Ping!
Seven Kills pulled back his arms at the clutch moment. His palms, which were protected by the metallic braces, firmly grabbed the sleeve blade.
"The time for games is over," Seven Kills said as a cold glint shone in his eyes, as if announcing that it was time to get serious. Xiao Tan tautened his wrist and snapped the sleeve blade to break away from the opponent's control. He countered with the claw and slashed.
Peng!
This was the sound of his fist making contact with flesh. But it sounded like a running car running into a cow. Xiao Tan had just raised his hand when Seven Kills' punch landed on his chest. The punch shot forward like lightning.
Fresh blood burst out of Wang Tanzhi's lips as he was sent flying. At that moment, everyone who saw the match went silent as they focused on the screen, reminiscing that scary hit. Seven Kills did not use any skill. He merely activated his Soul's Eye—"Fatal Punch."
