Mo Li touched his cheek. He couldn't believe it had truly happened until he saw blood stained on his fingers and felt a strong pain.
"Somebody's pretty face has a scar," Jiang Chen said.
Mo Li squinted. His killing intent was extremely strong. The Sword of Sun and Moon was shining in his hands.
"You'll regret irritating me." His voice was so cold that he sounded like a villain who would kill without batting an eyelid.
It was true. Killing intent could enhance his fighting ability.
"I'd like to see how powerful you'll be at high noon, whether you're able to kill," Jiang Chen said disdainfully.
"As you wish."
Then Mo Li's face looked hideous, which meant he was gaining strength. This expression of his was rarely seen since he was always deadpan when he was fighting, as if he was a machine.
By then, he was taking the fight seriously.