Qian Huan found Shi Wuming's words quite sensible.
He didn't answer Shi Wuming's question immediately but instead asked, "Li Bashan is fifth-grade, can you handle him?"
Shi Wuming's expression turned slightly cold. He could allow his employer to question his character, but he absolutely could not tolerate them doubting his strength.
Shi Wuming's pupils flickered, projecting a rather bizarre humanoid skeleton.
The skeleton completely lacked any human shape, resembling a distorted monster with a snake tail, arms covered with scales, a torso with centipede-like legs on the lower half, and the upper half entwined with twisted steel bars, filled with colorful wires.
This was not merely New Martial or Old Martial Arts but a hybrid of technology and fierce modifications - a blend of New Martial and technology.
Shi Wuming proudly boasted:
