He pulled out the lime powder from his chest and drew the dagger from his waist.
It was all done in one smooth motion.
Jiang Shu had practiced this sequence of actions countless times in the small courtyard; he was exceptionally proficient.
A sharp sound erupted as he moved, his grip on the dagger tightening.
He didn't know the Martial Arts Realm of the Martial Artist who had come to rob him.
Ox Skin? Stone Skin? Or Iron Skin?
But that didn't hinder his current attempt to turn the tables.
After all, the cooldown for the time-traveling ability on his panel had long since ended!
His escape route was secured.
So, he could treat life and death with indifference!
His fights with Zhao Tai and Zheng Kun hadn't been true life-or-death battles.
This one, perhaps, was.
"What nerve!"
A Martial Artist who had reached the Skin Grinding Realm was hardly comparable to the likes of Zhao Tai and Zheng Kun.
