"Hello." Even though the person across from him clearly ant no good, Sun Hang still greeted him politely.
As the saying goes, you don't hit a smiling face, but Sun Hang's next sentence instantly shattered his politeness—"Brother, have you switched from being a bodyguard to a security guard?"
The expression on Iron Arm's face didn't change. He steadily walked to a spot ten steps away from Sun Hang, stood firm, and waved Yang Qi and the two accompanying personnel aside.
"I heard you have the ability to manipulate tal. Can you show ?" Iron Arm said.
His tone was calm, without anger or provocation... Sun Hang thought, could this guy be one of those martial arts fanatic types?
"I can indeed manipulate tal, but there's no tal here for to control." Sun Hang said, spreading his hands. Before entering Dubhe Tower, he had handed over all his weapons. The only tal items on him now were his belt buckle and the zipper on his jacket. And unfortunately, the new pants Yang Qi bought him were one size too big... If he lted the belt buckle, Sun Hang would have only two choices:
Either hold up his pants and fight Iron Arm, or fight Iron Arm bare-bottod.
Neither option sounded very appealing.
"Is this enough?" Iron Arm removed a thick iron chain wrapped around his wrist and threw it at Sun Hang's feet.
From Iron Arm's physique, the size of the chain seed normal. But from a normal person's perspective, the chain was excessively thick, and the noise it made when it hit the ground was like sothing heavy falling from the sky... Sun Hang estimated that the weight of the chain was at least over half a ton.
"Wait a minute!" Yang Qi suddenly stepped forward. "Are you planning to fight here? Sun Hang was invited by Mr. Pei..."
Yang Qi stopped mid-sentence. She glanced at Iron Arm, then at the two accompanying personnel, took a deep breath, and asked, "Is this also Mr. Pei's idea?"
The two accompanying personnel didn't speak; they retreated to the corner in response, answering Yang Qi's question through their actions.
"Mr. Yang." Iron Arm looked at Yang Qi, "Please maintain an absolutely safe distance from us. If accidental injury occurs, I cannot guarantee you will have a chance to be rescued."
"What about Sun Hang? Can you guarantee his safety?" Yang Qi demanded.
"I'm not that easy to beat." Sun Hang reassured with a smile, "Don't worry, it's just a friendly sparring match."
"No." Iron Arm stated, "Mr. Pei instructed, 'Go all out, no need to hold back'... so I ask you to take this battle seriously."
"No need to hold back?" Sun Hang was slightly taken aback, "Isn't he afraid you'll kill ?"
"Or in other words," Sun Hang simultaneously mocked to himself, "Isn't he afraid I'll kill you instead? Could that old Pei suspect my true identity already? Planning to probe my secrets with this thod?"
No, if Dubhe Tower had suspicions about his identity, they wouldn't treat him so politely and have brought him to the Source Origin Crypt... Given their way of handling things, they would have used the most stringent thods to control him—just like after the "Bloody Mary" incident ended, they locked him in that mirror-filled cell without a word.
This group is extrely rigorous in controlling risks. As long as there was even a slight chance Sun Hang was out of control, they wouldn't use this thod to test his secrets.
Iron Arm didn't respond. Instead, he took a large step back and asked in a deep voice, "Are you ready?"
"What do you an by ready?" Sun Hang asked.
"If you still need ti—" Iron Arm's words were cut off, as he suddenly felt a deadly threat coming from behind—Sun Hang had secretly transford one of the links in the chain into several dozen sharp steel needles, sneaking behind Iron Arm and targeting the vulnerable areas such as his nape, back, and between his legs.
"An ambush?" Iron Arm spun around, his robust arm swinging with force, and a strong gust enveloped the steel needles, sweeping them away into the distance.
"Yeah, it's an ambush." Sun Hang nodded honestly.
What's martial ethics worth? How much per kilogram? Fard or wild-caught?
The remaining chain quickly transford into a nimble serpent, wrapping around Iron Arm's legs. Sun Hang took this opportunity to dart to Iron Arm's side—as if drawn by so magnetic field, the needles scattered on the ground floated up again, attacking Iron Arm's vitals from multiple angles.
Especially targeting the lower areas like between the legs, knees, and ankles, concentrating over seventy percent of the needles.
Iron Arm hadn't fully revealed his strength yet. He hadn't even actively launched an attack on Sun Hang, instead retreating rapidly over ten ters to distance himself from the tal serpent and those steel needles.
This guy looked like a brute, but in fact, his combat style wasn't reckless at all, instead extrely cautious.
Sun Hang didn't quite like this type of opponent.
Muscle-headed enemies are as welco as big-breasted, air-headed won.
At least, that's how it is for Sun Hang.
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