"Brother Hu, you're really out of the loop. This is the legendary Shrinking Turtle Divine Skill."
"I guess the person practicing this must be too ugly, afraid to scare the flowers and grass, so he can only hide in the air and doesn't dare to show himself."
"I've also heard there's a loser in the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, code name 'Black Mamba'. I bet it's the same guy we've been hearing just now."
"Black Mamba?"
Fatty Hu scratched his bald head, feigning confusion:
"Are you sure that's the right name? I feel like 'Black Jiba' sounds more impressive."
Saying so, he raised his chin and shouted towards the source of the voice:
"Hey, Black Jiba, if you want to cut Grandpa's tongue, why don't you show yourself? Or are you afraid Grandpa will sit on you and squish you to death?"
"You're courting death!"
The air in the corner suddenly rippled with a transparent wave, filled with lethal intent.
Apparently, Black Mamba was so angered by this banter he was about to forcefully act.
