ond, just like an old monk in meditation, motionless. Countless poisonous insects gnawed at Chen Ping's body, scrambling to inject their venom into his body!Soon, Chen Ping's body was filled with a la... or demand that Chen Ping produce a weapon!Because he knew, if Chen Ping really drew his weapon, he wouldn't necessarily be Chen Ping's match!"Die!"Tanaka Makoto roared, the blade of his katana flarin...