"Hmph."
Facing Zhou Li's "mockery," the man in the wheelchair, Xu Sheng, let out a cold snort. With a flick of his long blade, he slashed directly toward Zhou Li's waist.
"Seriously? You're in a wheelchair and you still want to fight?"
Zhou Li stepped backward, puzzled, and easily dodged Xu Sheng's blade.
Then, he saw Xu Sheng slam his right hand down on the wheelchair, and suddenly, the wheelchair flew up.
"I—damn!"
Zhou Li watched in horror as Xu Sheng, who had raised his long blade, descended from the sky and yelled, incredulously, "You play so fancy?"
With a twist of his wrist, Zhou Li's body radiated with the red glow of Boundless Strength. He stepped forward, grabbed the wheel of the wheelchair, and forcefully tossed it aside.
"Charge, charge!"
