"Are you trying to delay time?" the man countered.
"Just in case, I just want to survive," Little Drilling Wind replied. Then, he lowered his head to glance at the wound on his arm. Since the healing props were still in effect, the wound quickly scabbed over and began to heal. In a few seconds, it would be as good as new.
"Alright then, 100 meters, I'll let you run 100 meters, maybe you're just trying to fool me," the man partially compromised.
Strictly speaking, the two could talk it out.
"Alright." Little Drilling Wind extended his right hand into his coat, took out a sheet of folded plastic paper, and placed it on the puddle stained with a bloodstain. Then, he pressed his right palm on the water surface, maintaining it for 2 seconds before retracting.
The water surface crystallized instantly, forming a mirror.
After doing this, Little Drilling Wind ran forward, precisely towards the direction where Qian Cangyi was coming from.
