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Although he didn't know the specifics of Zhang Xiaofan's strength,
Martial Artist Di Sha judged from his youth that there was no way he could match up to himself.
It wasn't carelessness or self-love.
Because he never belonged to those who were arrogant or careless.
In the black market, acting cautiously had always been the style of Martial Artist Di Sha.
Zhang Xiaofan, although a cultivator and not without strength,
was, in Martial Artist Di Sha's estimation, at most at the fifth level of the Kaiyuan Realm.
Facing himself, in the later stages of the Profound Level, the opponent was simply no match.
"Your speed is not bad,"
"but before absolute strength, you are simply unable to withstand a single blow!"
Martial Artist Di Sha sneered coldly.
"Heh!"
"Real strength, you say?"
"Do you know my real strength?"
Zhang Xiaofan smiled faintly.
"Even if you are fast, what of it? The attack just now was merely my most ordinary one."
