Tang Zheng swooped to the ground in a state of desperation, felt it wasn't safe, and urgently rolled to the side. As expected, the general's axe came down with a fierce gust of wind the very next moment, narrowly missing his head. Tang Zheng could even feel the chill emanating from the blade.
The pebbles splashed around, scattering everywhere. A few even hit Tang Zheng's face, leaving several bloody cuts.
While the general was lifting his axe, Tang Zheng fiercely kicked out, aiming at his opponent's ankle, but it was in vain. Not only was the opponent unfazed, but the sole of his foot also hurt as if it had kicked an iron board.
A cold sweat broke out on Tang Zheng's forehead. He dared not delay, pushed against the ground with his hands, and shot out. After just one round, he gave up the idea of a melee fight with the opponent because he didn't stand a chance of winning.
