"Wow..."
Sikong Jing lay on the ground in disarray, vomiting fresh blood.
"Second brother!" Su Yun screamed and rushed over to help Sikong Jing up.
Sikong Jing fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pushed Su Yun away with force, and stood up, roaring at Sikong Jing, "Criminal sicko, how dare you sneak attack me?"
"There's a saying in the military: all is fair in war," Sikong Jing stepped forward slowly and spoke calmly, "However, that punch just now was not my full strength, so it doesn't count as a sneak attack. Otherwise, you would have been dead by now."
His words were flat, yet carried an incredible arrogance, as if he was the one at the Bright Realm Eighth Level.
But this was the truth. Even facing Su Zhengtao from the Dark Realm, Sikong Jing had the confidence to kill with one strike. Not to mention the insignificant Sikong Jing—if he really wanted to sneak attack, a hundred Sikong Jings wouldn't be enough for him to kill.
