Before Hun Fang could even completely recover from the beam of volatile energy that bore a hole through his stomach, he found another problem arising.
Terrifying black lightning burst apart the room they were in. He felt that if he was struck by that lightning, the damage he'd take was far more severe than a mere hole that he could heal within a minute.
He gritted his teeth in frustration. 'It isn't supposed to be like this. It can't be like this. I can't allow this fight to continue for much longer.'
There were things he needed to do. Things that had to be done as soon as possible. The longer this fight drew out, the more disadvantageous it was for him.
'Dammit! Since the beginning, I was never a frontal combatant. Why should an assassin engage in head-on combat?'
