Even a clay Buddha has a third of ire; being attacked without fighting back simply wasn't Mu Can's nature.
Under the annoyingly incessant assault of the man in black, similar to that of a fly, Mu Can was in a terrible mood. He was itching to pin the man to the ground and relentlessly grind him into the dirt.
"You say you are Wang Fu, but do you even know who Wang Fu is? The younger brother of Wang Cai—do you know who Wang Cai is?" Mu Can dodged the incoming dagger and laughed loudly.
Indeed, seeing Mu Can's laughter, the man in black ceased his attacks, gradually revealing his presence in front of Mu Can.
"I don't care who I am, and I don't care who Wang Cai is. I just want to tell you, your death is certain," the man in black stated coldly, gazing at Mu Can.
