Excruciating pain can instantly sweep away all drowsiness.
Ambedkar's sweet dream was shattered by a whip, and before seeing the attacker clearly, he instinctively drew the curved saber from his waist.
Seeing him resist, Pandit was even more enraged. The second whip he lashed out was more ruthless, hitting Ambedkar's wrist so hard that he couldn't hold the knife at all.
The adrenaline made Ambedkar temporarily ignore the pain. He didn't know why his intentions were exposed, only that if he didn't fight desperately, he would definitely lose his life.
At the crucial moment of life and death, cooperation and supplies—all had to be cast aside.
With a roar, he charged forward against the long whip attack, like a Bengal tiger.
…
The dying bonfire was whipped, sparking, the air filled with the scent of extinguished ashes.
A second stone tightly clenched in his palm, Chen Zhou watched from the tree, stunned.
