The recent exchange of blows was more surreal than any movie; the two figures had blurred into shadows, with whistling winds whipping around them. They were moving so fast that they left nothing but afterimages in their wake. When things finally settled, Shadow was already lying on the ground.
Not only that, but the moment Zhao Tiezhu produced silver needles, it was clear he was skilled in medicine. Otherwise, haphazardly stabbing someone might not kill them, but it would certainly cause complications. Now, hearing the opponent let out a cry of despair, it was evident he had been rendered a complete cripple—a terrifying display of power.
Seeing him suddenly declare that they could take their revenge without his interference—that he wouldn't hold them back—he suddenly seemed incredibly cool. The more Song Xiaorou looked at him, the more unfamiliar he seemed, yet the more handsome he became. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a frightened deer, completely beyond her control.
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