By late night, the temperature dropped again.
The heavy, goose-feather snow completely solidified into dense substance, scattering everywhere along with the howling north wind.
Standing firmly on the ground piled high with thick snow, Sun Bahu looked at Su Mo, who held a massive spear in the distance. Filled with dread, he stripped off his heavy coat, revealing the copper-colored muscles beneath.
During the Civilization Era, he was just an ordinary food stall barbecue chef. After arriving in the wasteland, he only learned some superficial kicking and punching techniques. He had never seen or heard of the so-called "martial arts." In his eyes, with the rapid changes of the era, those outdated things should have long vanished into the Manman river of the past as time flowed on. It was entirely impossible for anyone in humanity today to still know them! But now, looking at the enemy's stance before him, Sun Bahu felt a bit guilty and cowardly.
