The Wu Zhao couldn't come up with any other tricks.
Dog Tooth Bullet, Yue Saber, Air Slash, Axe and Saber... although the Wu Zhao used many techniques, ultimately, it was the same old routine — either long-range attacks or close combat. But for Du Chengfeng, he had experienced these far too often.
"If this is all you've got... you've reached your limit."
Du Chengfeng, holding two large sabers, sighed and even reversed the gray-black fire saber and inserted it back onto his back.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you this time either. I've said it many times, I'm a peace advocate... Besides, I don't think not killing you is a form of disrespect; it actually means I believe in you, in your ability to one day figure out a way to defeat me."
"This is even worse than being killed."
The three Wu Zhao laughed bitterly in unison.
"At least it would show we pose a threat to you and are worthy opponents... rather than being released like stray dogs, like before."
"So, you admit it?"
