His internal organs felt a slight pressure, and his chest became more and more stuffy. It was as if tens of thousands of tons of water were pressing on his body, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.
Some of the girls with weaker constitutions were already clutching their hearts, their faces turning paler.
BOOM!
After another clash, Li Rui glanced at the messy blood marks on his fist, and his eyes flashed.
Although she hadn't used her full strength yet, how could a black iron-level extraordinaire fight with him to this extent?
He had increased his attack power to silver-rank!
In the beginning, he was afraid that the recoil of his weapon would kill Hiroshi Fuuma, so he tried not to use any penetrating force.
In the end, she found that this guy was as lively as a Dragon and a Tiger. He didn't even spit out a mouthful of blood, and was far from as fragile as she looked!
Wasn't this guy an assassin?
