"Hmm~"
Jiang Xiao arched his eyebrows and also shifted his attention to the Big Warehouse Night Watchman.
He had sensed last night at dinner that this guy's strength was definitely not weak, and now, looking at this stance... he must have guessed right.
After much deliberation, Jiang Xiao couldn't find a proper opportunity to strike.
He hadn't received professional training, which was evident back in Sin City—his control over strength was even inferior to Mu Xitang, who sparred with the venerable old woman.
Although the pink-haired lad talked big, his posture did look somewhat professional.
By contrast, Jiang Xiao relied purely on brute force, repeatedly using the Wang Ba Fist; as for the Peach Wood Sword...
The Night Watchman didn't give Jiang Xiao a sense of eeriness. The Peach Wood Sword probably wouldn't be effective.
Jiang Xiao's eyes grew sharp as he clenched his fists, scrutinizing the Night Watchman's posture and demeanor for any possible weaknesses.
