The Nigerian ninja shuddered. The one he slashed just now was actually just an afterimage of Ge Ling!

Is that an afterimage? Where have the real Chinese women gone?

Thinking of this, the Nigerian ninja suddenly felt his scalp numb.

Ge Ling's clear voice immediately rang in my ears.

"Japanese Guatou, if you're still not convinced that you can't do it, lend me the knife in your hand!"

When the voice fell, the Nigerian ninja's pupils dilated and he quickly turned around to chop.

Just when I turned around, I felt my arms go numb.

Ge Ling appeared on his side at some unknown moment.

A light palm knife struck his knife-holding arm.

The huge power makes the Nigerian ninjas unable to handle it anymore.

With a cry of surprise, the hand holding the knife suddenly released.

Ge Ling chuckled and caught the Nigerian ninja's sword.

"Although the knife is not very powerful, it can still be used to chop a Japanese melon.
Chapter completed!