C227 Fighting!

Wu Mu kept a watchful eye on Shen Chen. The moment he spotted that peculiar smirk, he sensed trouble brewing.

Sure enough! Shen Chen's wrist flicked, revealing the small, black handle of his sickle.

Wu Mu recognized it instantly and, with no time to spare, he tumbled forward like a clumsy donkey while his right hand swept a barrage of vines upward behind him