As his body stopped spinning in mid-air, Su Chen's palm abruptly switched, and the tri-edged military spike in his hand pierced through the opponent's body, bringing up a large cloud of blood mist.
Ah!
The young man from the Island Nation screamed in agony, his body a blur of blood and flesh.
But he was still alive.
He quickly retreated, at the same time took out a healing spray from his combat pack, and sprayed it on the wound.
Immediately, the wounds coagulated.
Then, he swallowed two capsules to stem his injuries.
Hum!
The next moment, he raised his head, his eyes blood-red.
"Damn brat, I want you dead!" the Island Nation martial artist gritted his teeth,
Su Chen just sneered, "What's wrong, weren't you acting all tough and arrogant?
Now you know pain? This is just the beginning!"
As he spoke, he struck again.
The military spike struck like a venomous serpent.
"Looking for death!"
