"Ding!"
When the first deep keystroke sounded, the Western man abruptly placed both hands on the piano keys, as though he had sensed something lurking around him.
He first turned his gaze toward the glass windows of the hall and noticed a black shadow flash past. Then, when he turned back to look at the needle ball that had originally been beside him, a mass of flesh had already wriggled over and dragged it away in that brief interval.
The flesh wrapped around the needle ball and headed toward the stairwell before finally being taken into a young man's hand.
The blond Western man with a pompadour stared at the young man standing at the stairwell entrance. He first lifted the briefcase in his left hand, then made an extremely subtle twisting motion with his right palm.
In an instant, the young man's entire body exploded from within, spraying countless fine needles in every direction. The needle ball that had fallen to the ground swiftly returned to the Western man's hand. However, judging from his expression, he did not seem satisfied with the young man's explosion.
He picked up a chunk of flesh that had landed by his feet. The meat quickly turned into blood and tried to burrow into his body, but his skin was as hard as steel. The tiny amount of blood could not penetrate it in the slightest before he crushed it in his hand.
"I see..."
A young man's voice echoed from a corner at the other end of the hall, while all the scattered flesh rose into a blood mist and gathered toward the young man's body.
The young man was Zhang Chen. Earlier, he had merely used a flesh clone to probe his opponent's method of attack. After only one exchange, the main