The sweat on the swordsman's head had already evaporated before it flowed down, and the heat just spilled out hurt him. If he was close, it would really be no fun! He spoke as fast as a rap, his mouth was sour, and he ran three times in a city, his muscles tearing and crying in pain, and his bones creaking. The swordsman thought he was a piece of beef steak in the oven, which was slowly and...