The sharp blade of the Asura Battle Axe pierced the mutant's heart. The sensation was like butchering meat—very tough, resilient meat—and it made Chu Han feel like a mutant butcher.
The mutant had never expected that attack. He had hesitated for only an instant between Chu Han and Wang Cai, yet in the blink of an eye, Chu Han had seized the opening and brought down his axe!
The piercing pain vanished in an instant. Soon, the mutant felt the sensory nerves in his chest being severed, leaving only the increasingly faint beat of his heart. As death descended, everything around him suddenly seemed to slow to an extreme, and endless panic followed.
Just as the mutant thought he would die like this, carrying a trace of unwillingness and desolation, suddenly—
Whoosh!
Something the size of a snowball shot toward him, carrying the fierce momentum the mutant had felt before. It was Wang Cai, launching its charge a beat later as Chu Han swung the Asura Battle Axe!
For the final blow, it wanted to get in on the action too. The next second—
Smack!
Wang Cai's foot kicked the mutant squarely in the face. It was still that humiliating habit of only hitting people in the face, yet there was barely any force behind it. The mutant did not even find it particularly painful.
Yet that kick, clearly fierce in momentum but utterly lacking in actual power, caused the mutant's emotions to change abruptly just before his death!
Liar!
What do you mean not to be trifled with? What do you mean overwhelming presence and fierce attacks? What do you mean this rabbit was no ordinary creature...
It was all a lie!
How was that kick any different from a tickle?!
He had treated it like a formidable enemy.