"Bang!"
"Splatter!"
Hao Jian's palm landed on the assassin's ribs, and the qi force penetrated through the skin, entering his body. Instantly, the assassin only felt a sharp, wrenching pain, his throat turned sweet, and a mouthful of blood spewed out forcefully.
But this assassin was tough, enduring such a severe injury without making a sound, swallowing the pain down forcefully!
"Looks like the only thing you can exceed Muramasa at is this endurance. That guy, once hit with an attack of this level, would have already screamed in pain..."
Watching the assassin crash into the wall and cough up blood after being knocked back, Hao Jian sneered, then his eyes suddenly concentrated. With a violent stomp, he shot toward the assassin like a cannonball!
Strike while the iron is hot!
