"Hmph, fine, my turn it is! You humans love to act all pretentious and mysterious, but you're just a bunch of useless hacks."
The Minotaur, holding his Jiao Patterned Silver Saber, plucked a hair from his head.
He glanced at the strand of hair in Mo Qi's hand and laughed. "My hair is thicker than yours. You're definitely going to lose!"
Mo Qi's expression remained impassive. He extended a hand in a "please" gesture. "It's too early to talk about winning or losing. Please, begin your performance."
The Minotaur snorted coldly, air puffing from his nostrils.
Without another word, he flicked his finger, sending the bull hair shooting into the air.
Then, his massive body moved.
WHOOSH—
He seemed cumbersome, but he moved like lightning.
In his hand, the Jiao Patterned Silver Saber became a blur of countless afterimages.
SWISH SWISH SWISH!
The air shrieked as the blade sliced through it, a sound like the roar of a tiger and the cry of an ape.
