C217 Cutting Hand

"Fine, consider yourself as capable. This way, you'll be able to beat me. But it's okay. It won't do if it's soft. We still have a tough one!"

The man supported his right hand on his left and right as the veins on his forehead throbbed. He glared at Mo Qingcheng viciously as he spoke in a hateful tone.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Qingcheng shouted