The next moment!

Puff puff puff!

Fatty Shi's clothes were torn to shreds, revealing his snow-white pork belly.

"Wow, what incredible swordsmanship! Tearing clothes without injuring flesh, the eyesight, the technique, the steadiness is terrifying!"

"Just kidding, don't underestimate He Qiang just because his cultivation level isn't high. That's because he neglected his swordsmanship. This skinning swordsmanship technique is from the third floor of the library, and it's extremely powerful!"

"The essence of this sword technique lies in its near-perfect accuracy, which can attack all the enemy's vital points in an instant, and every strike is extremely accurate. It seems that He Qiang has mastered it!"

"Yes, once his cultivation level improves further, his strength will definitely be no less than Zhou Qing's!"

"Wow, the Zhou Tian Society is indeed full of experts!"

"..."

He Qiang's swordsmanship stunned the entire audience.

Fatty Shi stood there, his face flushed, completely at a loss.

Ah Qiang and the others clapped continuously.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

He Qiang was even more pleased with the praise he received. In his eyes, Fatty Shi was like a fish on a chopping board, completely at his mercy.

"You fatso, kneel down and beg for mercy, and maybe I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll peel your skin off piece by piece and let you experience what hell is like!"

Faced with extreme adversity, Fatty Shi decided to go all out.

"Come on then, I'm not afraid of you!"

He Qiang nodded.

"Alright, I'll break one of your arms first! Watch closely!"

He took a step forward, bursting out and slashing at Fatty Shi's shoulder with his knife.

clang!

Sparks flew and metal clashed!