"Strange. The critical hit rate's a little high." Jiang Ye looked surprised.
In theory, Red Face Seeks the Way's critical hit effect was triggered by chance.
Back when he'd teamed up with Xia Qing to hunt the Shadow Clan, it had only activated once over the course of the entire battle.
But now?
Teamed up with Zhao Qingli, nearly half the punches he threw triggered critical hits.
Was he just having an incredible run of luck, or did the system judge by looks, too?
Jiang Ye had no time to think about it. After taking down the two men, he hurried to help Zhao Qingli.
Zhao Qingli was struggling against three men in black on her own.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" She lashed out with her legs, her snow-white thighs sweeping like blades as she aimed for her enemies' lower bodies.
Zhao Qingli's legwork was exceptionally fierce. She'd trained hard at it, and even Lin Yushu might not have been her match.
If she'd only been facing two enemies, her technique would have worked.
But three? That was too much.
Boom!
Just as Zhao Qingli was nearing her limit, a flash of pale silver streaked past.
Jiang Ye launched a surprise attack from behind, his fist aimed straight at one of the men in black.
With all his attributes boosted, his strength and speed had both improved across the board.
At such close range, he was on his target in an instant.
The man in black didn't even have time to react before Jiang Ye's fist slammed into the back of his head.
Eight Divisions Thunder Sound Fist!
Rumble!
The man in black felt thunder explode inside his skull and was instantly dazed.
Crack!
A faint sound, like a skull splitting open, seemed to ring out.
"Damn, you're tough." Jiang Ye's palm