He still had self-awareness.
His premonition was spot on.
To his surprise, the other party no longer wore that poker face, and their lips slightly curled in an inexplicable manner.
"You came at the right time."
Jiang Chen wasn't at ease; instead, he was tense all over, the alarm in his brain already sounding a sharp buzz. Instinctively, he retreated immediately, but it was still too late.
"Smack—"
At the instant his arm instinctively raised to block the whipping leg, Jiang Chen was struck by one thought: the opponent wasn't as tall as Tanki Liuli, so how did the leg swing so high?
A torrential force followed immediately. Jiang Chen could block that delicate-looking leg, but he couldn't withstand the terror within it. "Thump thump thump..." He staggered sideways uncontrollably, leaving chaotic footprints on the ground. Just as he gasped for breath, the opponent's elbow came at him, straight for his chest.
He was here to kill!
