Watching Tang Zheng's stern expression as he sprinted forward, Mei Jueye's heart sank with dread. He had made up his mind to kill, and his ruthlessness was terrifying. Mei Jueye forced himself to calm down and ponder a strategy, otherwise, he was truly going to die here today.
The crescent-shaped blade sliced through the ten-meter distance and struck Mei Jueye's back, sending him staggering forward and tumbling to the ground. When he managed to get back up, the frenzied high school student felt a strong wind pressure from behind, almost toppling him over.
Mei Jueye knew that Tang Zheng had caught up to him and wanted to dodge, but it was too late. A heavy punch landed on his back, and he even had the illusion that his spine was about to snap.
Mei Jueye had just been knocked forward when he felt a sharp pain in his scalp—his hair had been seized. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tang Zheng pulling him back and then felt a knee ram heavily into his chest.
