"Is this really the Wellington family's high-level elder? You're too weak…" the red figure leaped lightly and landed before the man in white. His crimson leather boots clicked past the coagulating blood puddle.
"I merely chased you for about ten kilometers, but that was already too much for you. You're just like that Middle-level Blood Breed previously… All of you are truly a decaying race…" Dahm lowered his head and looked down contemptuously upon the Wellington elder who was crawling on the ground and begging.
After his fierce battle with the Upper-level Blood Breeds previously, his Dead Waterbird Fist had finally improved to the next level and he'd successfully created a terrifying Secret Technique. He combined the essence of the various martial arts sects and merged it with the most profound principles of the Waterbird Fist to form a fatal move that utilized steel wires and threads as weapons.
