"This way, we can avoid their harassment!"
Ning Qi observed the situation and followed up.
"Indeed, this is truly knowing oneself and the enemy!"
The Medicine Spirit agreed, remarking thoughtfully.
"Alright, let's deal with that old guy!"
Only then did Ning Qi come back to his senses, focusing his attention on Wang Meng.
"Boy, surrender obediently now!"
"Maim your bones and tendons yourself, and the old man might spare your life!"
Wang Meng looked at Ning Qi approaching, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Oh, haven't even started yet, how do you know I'm not your opponent."
Ning Qi reacted to his words as if he'd heard the joke of a century.
Never had he seen someone so arrogant.
"Master, he's overly confident in himself."
The Medicine Spirit joined in the mockery, "He thinks you're just an ordinary member of the Demon Race."
"Humph, he won't be laughing soon."
Ning Qi snorted coldly, then focused his gaze forward again.
