Chu Hao deliberately showed an annoyed expression and murmured, "It went off target."
Off target my foot, it was clearly Han Tao dodging quickly; otherwise, how could he have survived that strike?
Han Tao was utterly terrified, feeling cold sweat all over his body. He had nearly passed through the gates of death, leaving his legs weak and almost making him faint.
"Luckily, there are still two moves left." Chu Hao smiled again.
At this, everyone wore strange expressions.
According to Han Tao's earlier promise, he was supposed to let Chu Hao strike three times. Now that Chu Hao had only made one move, naturally, there were still two left. But the problem was, who could have known beforehand that Chu Hao's move would be so terrifying? It was a destructive mega weapon, one touch and you're injured, another touch and you're dead.
If it really hit, someone could truly die.
