If you touch my hair, I lose.

What I mean is wait, you are no longer a one-armed young man, but an armless young man!
A faint voice came from Salimu Lim's mouth.
The one-armed young man's face twitched. He looked at Salimu Lim and snorted coldly: How shameless!
Swish!
He flipped his left hand.
Suddenly, a sharp sword appeared in his hand.
There was a cold light at the tip of the sword.
This person's cultivation has reached the ninth level of the Martial Honor Realm, and his swordsmanship level has...