"You—you're despicable!"
Wei Jie used his force to stem the flow of blood, but the steady drip, drip still echoed through the woods.
He pressed his lips together and gritted his teeth. His face had turned deathly pale from the loss of blood.
Looking at Su Chen's calm expression, he struggled to force out a sentence, one brimming with all the anger and resentment he felt at that moment.
Faking a severed arm was one thing, but he'd even hidden a short blade in his sleeve. How could someone so despicable and shameless exist in this world?
He was a rare breed, even in all Wei Jie's years!
Faced with Wei Jie's insults, Su Chen remained expressionless and made no reply. Instead, he launched another attack, intent on finishing him off.
He'd thought the Sleeve Blade, his trump card, could kill with a single strike. But the situation before him told Su Chen that killing a Practice Force Warrior of Wei Jie's caliber in one blow with the Sleeve Blade was no easy feat.
When he struck, he'd pushed the speed of drawing his blade to its limit. Unfortunately, he'd fallen just one move short, and only managed to take one of Wei Jie's arms.
But this wasn't the time to dwell on the Sleeve Blade's shortcomings. The urgent priority was to finish off Wei Jie as quickly as possible.
He hadn't forgotten that Wei Jie had two companions, one of whom was so powerful that even Su Chen couldn't see through him.
Seeing Su Chen rushing toward him, Wei Jie's gaze sharpened. He couldn't spare a thought for his fallen arm; he turned and fled.
"Damn it! If I get away this time, I'll kill that man if it's the last thing I do!"
Wei Jie's misery was beyond