Patimi didn't speak, but directly revealed his domineering sword, making his intentions clear.
Ye Xiujie shook his head regretfully, "Alas, a generation's leader is destined to decline."
His gaze suddenly fell on the domineering figure, and he paused, "Who did you have repaired your knife?"
A hint of doubt and gloom flashed across Ye Xiujie's cold eyes. He knew that Patimi's weapon had broken down some time ago, but he never expected that Patimi would be able to repair a seventh-grade weapon...
Most importantly, this weapon has been upgraded! From seventh grade to eighth grade!
Who did he contact?
Ye Xiujie couldn't help but wonder if Patimi had gotten involved with that person.
He said in a deep voice, "Who repaired this knife for you?"
Patimi locked his gaze on him, and gave a cold laugh. "What's it to you?"
Ye Xiujie's smile vanished for a moment, then quickly returned, as he said, "Naturally, it has nothing to do with me."
The next moment, a sharp and extremely aggressive ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, and he spoke slowly, "I'll let you make three moves first."
Feeling utterly disrespected, Patimi's eyes flashed with anger, and he struck first.
Three moves passed quickly, but he didn't even touch Ye Xiujie's clothes for a moment. It was clear at a glance who was stronger.
A murmur of discussion arose among the crowd.
"My god, this is the difference! Ye Xiujie truly lives up to his title as the commander of the Second Regiment. Tsk tsk, you guys say they're both commanders of a Level 4 regiment, how come there's such a big difference?"
"Level four? Don't say that. Leng Ye has been at level four for so many years. The Third Regiment only recently rose to that level. What strength do they have to compare with him? Besides, Regiment Leader Ye Xiujie is ranked third among mercenaries, while Patimi is only sixth, right?"
"I don't care about their rankings, the number one is my idol, Lord Zhisu!"
"Zhisu? Pshaw, it's been gone for years! Maybe the person is already dead!"
"You... shut your mouth if you have a foul mouth!"
"Hey, why are you guys bringing this up so far? Aren't you curious about what will happen to the Overlord Mercenary Group next?"
"How about that? Tch, they've offended Ye Xiujie, so the Third Group is finished. I was already thinking about this when the Overlord Mercenary Group clashed with Leng Ye's men over two people last time."
"Hey... do you guys think that fairy named Hua Ansu will come?"
"How would I know? Probably not. Who would be foolish enough to court death? Although she's powerful, she couldn't possibly defeat Ye Xiujie. Sigh... what a pity for such a beauty. If Ye Xiujie were a compassionate person, hehe, with that woman's looks, she might still be alive..."
"Get lost, everyone knows Ye Xiujie doesn't get close to women..."
On the stage, Ye Xiujie said calmly, "Brother Pa, it's my turn to make a move."
Patimi knew he was no match for Ye Xiujie, but he didn't expect the gap to be so large. He could only barely defend and had no power to fight back!
The two figures danced on the stage. Patimi's sleek black robe visibly darkened in color. After fighting for a long time, when they separated, Ye Xiujie touched the bloodstains on his face. His gaze fell on the red on his fingertips, and he roared, "You dare to hurt me?"
What a joke! He can hurt him, but can't he hurt him back?
He was covered in wounds, inflicted by Ye Xiujie with a fan. That feather fan was Ye Xiujie's weapon, the Ninth-Rank Frost Fan.
Patimi planted his domineering sword in the ground, propped himself up, and sneered, "Ye Xiujie, don't forget where you are."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiujie released a chilling aura, his entire being becoming incredibly cold and menacing. He looked as if he might take Patimi's life at any moment.
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