"Thunderstrike Slash!"
Yang Zhen roared angrily, unleashing a formidable move.
What left Yang Zhen dumbfounded, though, was that Thunderstrike Slash—an invincible sneak attack technique—didn't immediately claim the man's life.
Watching as the back of the man's head was almost smashed in, the man merely staggered for a moment, turned around, bared his teeth in a smile at Yang Zhen, and said, "Kid, your Thunderstrike Slash seems a bit lackluster!"
Yang Zhen turned and ran; was this guy even human?
What?
Is this something a human can do?
While Yang Zhen had not employed any sophisticated martial skills for this attack, was the force of his sword not tremendous?
It wasn't just a giant tree that he could cleave into pieces with his mere physical strength but even a boulder.
Now a sword strike to the back of this bastard's head had merely broken the skin?
Damn it, this monstrous person was unaffected, making Yang Zhen's scalp tingle.
