"Don't be scared; it's just one guy. Are we, with so many people, really afraid of him?"
Chen Cang tried to embolden his brothers.
Tang Ming, however, said with disdain, "Like a dead fly. If you're not afraid of me, then come at me. Copying others with a knife, do you even know how to use it?"
"How could I not? Tang Ming, you forced my hand today. I had planned to settle accounts with you tonight, but since you're so eager to die right now, I'll grant your wish."
Chen Cang spoke as if he was mighty, though in his heart he lacked confidence.
Hearing this, Tang Ming walked step by step toward Chen Cang, saying with a cold laugh, "Come on, then, try to slash me."
The distance between the two narrowed from ten meters to five, and finally, just one meter—it was but an arm's length away.
"You think I don't dare?"
