The leader of this scouting squad could already sense that the hand grasping the hilt of the sword was actually inside A Ming.
Not warm, very cold, icy!
"Buzz!"
A glow was released from the leader's body, clearly indicating that he was a warrior.
A Ming wasn't sure how high his rank was, nor did he need to know.
Because in a real fight, besides absolute strength, there were simply too many external factors that could influence the true outcome of a duel.
For instance, just as the glow appeared on the leader,
A Ming's ten fingernails,
had already pierced this brother's chest.
"Crack!"
With a twist,
the opponent's body convulsed, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his life was instantly extinguished.
The sole surviving straggler lacked the courage of the leader; this was the same wild brother who had shown commendable finishing skills earlier.
