One of them stumbled and quickly retreated into the trees.
"Technology is changing the world," Miao Tianchuan said in a low voice. "Your thoughts need to change too."
"Yeah, right. Drop the act. Infuse your skin with the meds and harden them like steel. If you can't even manage that much, don't even think about fighting Miao Xihe," Miao Chengfeng said toward the woods before detecting flickers of light shooting from the trees.
Miao Tianchuan dodged to the side.
"Throwing projectiles?"
Swoop! Boom!
Explosions were seen, kicking up a lot of dust.
Cough, cough.
Shing! A glimmer of light tore through the dark of night. It was from a blade.
Clang! Sparks flew.
"Now, would you mind giving all you've got?" Miao Chengfeng coldly asked.
Miao Tianchuan, who was just several steps away from Miao Chengfeng, lost his gun.
"Sure!" Miao Tianchuan smirked. A dagger about a foot long appeared in his hand.
