The white shirt collar was half-open, revealing half of Teng Donglang's chest.
Standing firm in his place, the lean Teng Donglang sneered at the Dragon-man youth, "Now, what hope do you have left, Long Fu squad leader?"
"Dragon Breath, maybe?"
"Perhaps you could use it."
The Dragon-man youth had used this magic-like ability during his fight with Rou Cang. The Saber Gang had already gathered intelligence on it, and Teng Donglang had long prepared countermeasures.
Undoubtedly, the choice of the Dragon-man youth not to employ the desperate measure of Dragon Breath was the right one.
Panting heavily, the Dragon-man youth deliberately replied, "Exactly, although Reverse Scales Return didn't defeat you, I've thoroughly seen through your cards."
"Next, I will finish things off with Dragon Breath!"
He first revealed a firm combat spirit, but quickly changed tone, "However..."
"You really are formidable, I have to admit."
"Maybe..."
He was intentionally delaying time.
