His speed increased once again, and he caught up with someone.
A forceful punch, delivered without hesitation, thundered out once more.
The figure in bronze battle armor suddenly turned around.
That was a Great Han clad in battle armor, now with a face twisted and ferocious.
"Ah!"
The brown Inner Strength burst forth at full power, like an arm wrapped in hard clay, blocking in front of the youth's fist.
'Admirable courage! But futile.'
In the next instant, the bluish punch edge had cleaved through the brown Inner Strength, penetrated his arm, and slammed into his chest.
'Only one left.'
Liang Hui's gaze fixed on the figure only about ten meters away from the valley entrance.
He took off the longbow slung on his back.
Nocked an arrow, drew the bowstring.
Shoot!
Shoot!
Two arrows shot out almost simultaneously.
One penetrated the neck, the other entered the back of the head.
The corpse tumbled due to inertia, finally coming to a stop one meter from the entrance.
