"Boy, you know I won't kill you, so you are unscrupulous, right? Do you know that there is another state in this world called life is worse than death?" Gongsun Jie said coldly.
"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me if you dare!" Peng Zhan waved the sword in his hand and said impatiently.
"Okay, if you want to play, I'll play with you." Gongsun Jie held the folding fan and shook it gently, but made a defensive posture with his feet.
"You take three moves from me. You must not make a move before all three moves are used. If you haven't fallen down after using them, I will admit defeat myself without you taking action." Peng Zhan said.
"Hmph, you don't need to admit defeat. After three moves, I will destroy you directly. Come here quickly."
Although these people didn't have much expectations for a yellow-ranked waiter, given Peng Zhan's super confidence, they wanted to see what he knew.
After all, even if your rank is low, if you have unique and exquisite moves, you can still close the gap to a certain extent.
As a result, Peng Zhan's performance surprised them, because Peng Zhan just did a simple roc spread its wings. After he flew into the air, he raised his sword and slashed at Gongsun Jie.
Gongsun Jie also didn't expect that Peng Zhan's fighting style would be so simple. This kind of unskilled slashing was usually used to deal with people whose internal strength was far inferior to his own.
But now that his internal strength is clearly superior to Peng Zhan's, Peng Zhan still adopts this attack method, which is simply humiliating himself.
Without thinking, Gongsun Jie raised his folding fan to block. His folding fan looked light and airy. The Dragon Soul Divine Sword made a strange sound when it struck it, but the fan was not damaged at all.
Ye Mo understood Peng Zhan's intention when he jumped up to chop, and couldn't help but sigh. Peng Zhan is really a monkey, and he found such a clever plan in such a short period of time.
"Pull one more centimeter."
"No, you can go back and forth, but he won't hit you back anyway."
Based on the sound made when the Dragon Soul Divine Sword and the folding fan collide, Ye Mo asked Peng Zhan to constantly adjust the intensity and posture of the chop.
"Are you done yet?" Gongsun Jie shouted angrily when he saw Peng Zhan making a simple chopping motion.
"Why, you can't stand it anymore before you even use a single move. Do you want to just admit defeat?" Peng Zhan said in a joking tone.
"Bah, what kind of bad move are you doing? You just keep repeating the same movement. One knife should be counted as one move." Gongsun Jie said impatiently.
"Hey, you don't understand. I don't blame you. This is my own dog-killing sword technique. The first move is to slash seven, seven, eighty-four times. Oops, when you interrupted me, I forgot how many times I have slashed. Have to start over.”
"Seventy-seven-eighty-four, you must have been taught mathematics by your master's wife." Gongsun Jie mocked loudly.
"I told you to stop talking. You didn't listen and you messed up again. You have to start over. How about you help me keep track of the numbers."
If it weren't for the previous agreement, Gongsun Jie really wanted to capture Peng Zhan immediately, but in order to prevent Peng Zhan from messing around anymore, he actually helped Peng Zhan count. Every time Peng Zhan made a cut, he reported a number.
Such a bizarre fighting scene left everyone else stunned, and they looked at Peng Zhan with sympathetic eyes.
In their opinion, the reason why Peng Zhan was so abnormal was because Gongsun Jie put too much pressure on him.
They all agreed that Peng Zhan was having his last carnival. After three moves, his world would no longer be able to see a ray of sunshine.
