Shui Hong didn't expect that after choosing a different direction from others, he would encounter Lu Lin immediately.
Indeed, the Chosen One is himself.
The Eight-Armed Clan shall rise.
Principal Li swung a knife, and Shui Hong immediately had a thought.
He pretended to be unable to resist Principal Li's large saber and was directly sent flying.
To make it look real and deceive Principal Li's perception, he even forced himself to spit out some blood.
"Ah, Human... Martial Artist... You... are so strong..."
Principal Li looked at the water knife in his hand with disbelief, filled with confusion.
Am I really this strong?
A Seventh Level against an Eighth Level, yet he sent the opponent flying with one slash.
How did the Eight-Armed Clan manage to become one of the eight tribes among the Alien Race over these years?
At this moment, Principal Li's personal terminal rang.
"Li Feihong, the target of this invasion by the Alien Race is to capture Lu Lin."
What?
