"Just that..."
Gu Tao lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled: "I never do one-on-one fights."
"Number Eleven!!!"
As soon as the words fell, the young man slammed into the wall with a bang. The solid wall dented from the impact, and in front of him, an expressionless woman stood there, though it was unclear when she appeared.
She was not tall and did not seem to have any distinctive features. Yet, standing there, she emanated a stability reminiscent of Mount Tai; Gu Tao's telekinetic pressure felt as trivial as a hanging bottle of mineral water against her, without causing the slightest ripple.
Gu Tao stood up at this time, patted the dust off himself, and smirked triumphantly, "Just like I said, I don't do one-on-one fights."
The man was not dead. He jumped down from the wall, moving his limbs, and while looking at Number Eleven before him, his eyes blazed: "No one has ever been able to hurt me, you are the first..."
