Fu Qian's audacity to lay his hands on me is beyond comprehension.
The subconscious attempt to dodge proved futile as Jian Jingzheng felt an overwhelming force propel him through the air, crashing straight into a wall.
"Instructor Jian."
Ruan Shuo cried out in shock, watching as Fu Qian staggered back repeatedly.
"Are you insane?"
Insane?
Fu Qian stepped forward, a flash of crimson vanishing from his hand as swiftly as it appeared.
You'll soon find out who's insane.
Crack!
Facing the Tyrant's Fist, Ruan Shuo exerted his full strength but still failed to dodge, getting grazed on the back of his hand.
Fu Qian did not hesitate to lash out with another whip.
"Do you... wish for death that badly?"
The next moment, Ruan Shuo's body suddenly accelerated, avoiding the strike and slowly lifting his head, his tone completely altered.
His face no longer exhibited any trace of panic, replaced instead by a towering killing intent amidst madness.
"You see, it's better to be honest."
