"Hehe, your strength is nothing special." Seeing his hand uncut, Gao He pulled it back, looking at Yang Yu with a face full of mockery.
Yang Yu didn't strike again, merely showing a playful smile: "Are you sure?"
"What could happen..." Suddenly, Gao He's face changed dramatically; his legs turned into noodles, collapsing.
Yang Yu's sword hadn't severed his arm, but it shattered the bones in his legs!
"Ah—" Gao He slumped to the ground, screaming continuously, eyes full of terror.
Yang Yu sheathed his sword slowly saying, "If you say I'm not as good as the current Captain Long, that's certain. But now, I'm much stronger than the Captain Long back then. In this world, few dare to face my sword head-on."
Yang Yu spoke the truth; apart from Eliza—Mrs. Ryde, only Julius and the immortal Deacon Hei possessed such strength.
Gao He thought Yang Yu's strength was similar to Long Jiutian's from twenty years ago, so he suffered greatly.
