Damn it!
The blood rushed to Black Blade's head, leaving him dazed!
'You're that handsome, so why were you covering your face?'
"Is that him?"
Someone in the Black Mountain Camp's contingent recognized Tang Wen.
"What, you know him?"
The man from Black Mountain Camp sucked in a breath through his teeth. "I've seen him once before. He left a deep impression. I think he's only eighteen."
"What?"
"An eighteen-year-old Martial Artist?"
"Get out of here!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"He probably just looks young."
The man from Black Mountain Camp didn't say any more. He knew no one would believe him even if he did.
He stared intently at Tang Wen's face, secretly committing this matter to memory.
The duel continued.
BANG!
Black Blade used a risky move to hook off the black cloth from Tang Wen's face.
But he took an elbow strike to the ribs from Tang Wen in return.
He let out a muffled groan.
