It had all happened in the blink of an eye. By the time Jiang En reacted, he was already standing in front of Fu Qian.
Yet despite the shock of the moment, the mysterious Great Fortune Ming King hadn't struck to kill.
In the next instant, he clenched his left hand into a fist and pointed his little finger at Jiang En.
This was...
Jiang En had just regained some of his balance when he heard a "piu" from beneath the mask.
A powerful sense of danger washed over him. His survival instincts drove him to twist his body as far as it would go.
Even so, some invisible force still whistled past him at close range, tearing away a patch of flesh from his shoulder.
Jiang En braced a hand against the ground. His unsteady body was on the verge of collapsing, but he used the force to roll several steps away and open up some distance again.
He got to his feet at once and stared fixedly at Fu Qian, unable to hide his shock.
If the other man had unleashed that kind of attack repeatedly, Jiang En would have had almost no chance of surviving. Yet after that one strike, the man had simply stood there.
This Great Fortune Ming King really didn't want to kill him—or was he just too contemptuous to bother?
Having narrowly escaped death, Jiang En was left uncertain and suspicious.
But as he thought back over the other man's techniques, he was certain he'd never seen anyone like him before.
Where had this guy come from?!
At the same time, though he knew he couldn't match the man, the pain in his chest and shoulder made the violence simmering inside him harder and harder to suppress.
For a fallen genius, this