The next second, blood gushed from the slash like water seeping from a crack in a wall, streaming downward!
THUD!
Lu Yan's body slammed to the ground, a move that saved him from an even worse fate!
But he couldn't spare a thought for the intense pain in his chest. Disregarding his image, he rolled frantically to the side, dodging Cheng Zongyang's follow-up attack—a blade that plunged fiercely into the very spot he had just vacated!
With a SHING, the blade was pulled from the earth. The metallic scrape sent a cold sweat beading on Lu Yan's forehead.
'Is this kid really just a teenager? Isn't he some top assassin trained by one of the Middle Third Grades, or even one of the Upper Three Grade Families?'
Meanwhile, the onlookers stared in disbelief. Lu Yan had been completely overwhelmed and wounded in just over a dozen exchanges!
