Compared to previous opponents, the little fatty displayed no impudence after entering the arena. Instead, he feigned weakness.
Pretending weakness, eh?
Jiang Chen was unmoved. Whether his opponent was a braggart or a wimp, his own performance wouldn’t be affected.
“I’m Lin Hui. My martial cultivation is rather shallow. After seeing your incredible skill, friend, I don’t think I can defeat you. My presence here is just for show. Please go easy on me.” The fatty spoke in a defeated tone.
Jiang Chen was completely impassive and didn’t bat an eyelid.
And yet, the little fatty suddenly launched into motion. His body sprang up like a bouncy leather ball, propelling with rapidity that was the opposite of what his figure would suggest. Once airborne, he scattered a rain of snowflake-like throwing weapons at Jiang Chen’s head.
A remarkable sneak attack!
In response, Jiang Chen’s body flared with aureate light. In the next moment,...