Break Down
Dammit! " Damn! How dare you use that tone on me? How dare you look at me that way! "
Xian Bu Yu gnashed his teeth; his voice brimming with boiling anger—on the verge of exploding.
How could he not see through the mockery behind those false apologies?
How could he miss the pity hiding inside those eyes?
Just as it had been in the past; to him, toward his mother.
It's because of you, it's because of you...' His eyes grew cold, and he gave Snowy a death gaze that would have killed her a thousand times over.
Do you think you are really better than I am? Then I'll show you how wrong you are!
The corner of his lips slowly curled upward, giving the onlooker an insidious vibe.
Just like in the previous match, Xiao Bu Yu struck his opponent in an aggressive manner using the exact same techniques that they used.
Once again, it was a profound-rank sword technique, and once again, his technique had a perfect state of comprehension.