Chen Tang stood up unhurriedly, "Are you angry? Want to hit me? Come on... hit right here. Whoever doesn't is a coward!" Chen Tang stretched his face in front of the three experts.
Upon close contact with these three experts, Chen Tang was even more certain—they must be Prince Charles of Italy's men.
Back in the Miaojiang Region, when Chen Tang confronted Prince Charles, he felt the characteristic Yuanwu Qi Force emanating from Charles's men, which was ninety percent similar to that of the men before him.
"So arrogant, courting death!" Unable to restrain himself, one of the experts grabbed a dagger and fiercely stabbed towards Chen Tang's neck.
However, to his surprise, just as his wrist moved, Chen Tang's figure turned into an afterimage on the spot. Before he could react to what had happened, he was struck hard on the back, slumping helplessly over the booth, weak as a dead dog.
He could open his eyes, he could speak, but he couldn't so much as wiggle a finger!