"Wang Anfeng, tell me honestly, how many types of weapons can you actually wield?"
Wang Anfeng stopped talking and glanced at him, drawling slowly:
"What do you think?"
Yuchi Jie choked, unable to speak.
Shaking his head, he cursed with a laugh:
"I guess you've got a big head, ghost."
"If there's indeed a conflict later, will you be able to handle it? I'm not asking you to fight a hundred alone, but at the very least you can't lose face for us."
Wang Anfeng said seriously, "As long as you hold back that grey-clothed man carrying the sword at the front, I can take on a hundred. Even if another hundred of your caliber came at me, I'd be able to dispatch them all. So, if you're planning on starting trouble later, just make sure to snatch that grey-clothed man's sword."
Seeing that his own intentions had been read, Yuchi Jie gave a dry laugh and said:
"It seems that fellow is the most formidable among them. Don't worry, how could I possibly do something like that?"
