It seemed as though Weng Zheng could sense Pei Si Hai's impatience. He shook his head before he acquiesced to Pei Si Hai's request with a smile on his face. "Bring it on!"
Weng!
A loud and piercing saber cry rang in the air as Pei Si Hai moved and struck. His body moved in tandem with his saber like a ghost.
On the other hand, Weng Zheng had also moved, but he did not wield any weapon. It seemed as though he was going to fight Pei Si Hai bare-handed.
Bang!
Weng Zheng's fists were like two cannonballs as he punched out. They were swift and powerful. The shockwave from his punch seemed to cause the air to tremble.
Weng! Weng! Weng! Weng! Weng!
The way Pei Si Hai swung his saber seemed simple but profound. Saber Qi swept out destructively from his saber. However, the way Weng Zheng moved his fists was even simpler than the way Pei Si Hai wielded his saber. Those who were not in the know might even think he was fighting like a street punk!
