"Die!"
A figure suddenly sprang out from the roadside grass, swinging a wooden club that howled through the air as it smashed toward Shen Changchuan's head!
That blow was savage and brutal, swift as a gale. If it landed solidly, his head would likely burst like a smashed watermelon!
However,
at that very moment, Shen Changchuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.
He took a step sideways.
His body abruptly turned, narrowly avoiding the club that came crashing down by a hair's breadth.
At the same time,
Whoosh!
A point of cold light struck after yet arrived first. Like a venomous snake darting from its hole, it shot forth, tearing through the air as it stabbed precisely toward the attacker's throat!
"Not good!"
The attacker's face changed drastically.
How could he not realize that he had encountered some sinister bastard playing the pig to eat the tiger?
But that was not right either!
Judging by how this brat walked, crouched, and sat, his stance was merely a little steadier than usual. At most, he had practiced rustic moves like horse stances. There was no sign that he had ever truly trained in martial arts.
How could he launch such a ferocious counterattack?!
In an instant,
countless thoughts flashed through the attacker's mind like lightning.
At that moment, his old force had faded while his new force had yet to arise. He was caught in an awkward position with no room to defend himself. All he could do was tense his skin.
That point of sharpness had already pierced through!
Pfft!
A muffled sound rang out.
The spear pierced through the attacker's throat.
However,
Shen Changchuan, gripping the shaft, keenly sensed that something was wrong.
Though that thrust had pierced the man's throat, the sensation traveling up