"Zhang San, I think there are some things that we can still discuss properly."
At the moment, Fang Cunzai's left hand held a blade, maintaining a top-to-bottom chopping posture, firmly suppressing Zhang San's Horizontal Blade in his right hand.
Fang Cunzai's right leg kicked towards the head of Zhang San, who was half-kneeling on the ground. Although it was firmly grasped by Zhang San's left hand, which was swirling with lightning, causing unbearable pain, he dared not be the slightest bit careless.
Meanwhile, Fang Cunzai's right hand was pushing down on Zhang San's head with all his might.
Because just then, after Zhang San declared that he was about to use the "Lineage Severing Headbutt," he buried his head deep into the thigh of Fang Cunzai, who was lifting his right leg, and started to work tirelessly.
Fang Cunzai had no choice but to switch from holding the knife with both hands to holding it with one, using his right hand to block Zhang San's head.
