"Ent Malte!" Marshal Beian's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot!
The Bloodwind Eighteen Knights went mad as well. That damned young brat had actually launched a sneak attack on their brother—the brother who had fought shoulder to shoulder with them on the battlefield, wrestled with death alongside them, and survived only with great difficulty!
Enzo's fist was heavy. He had awakened the Frost Giant bloodline, and his physical strength had become absurdly powerful. On top of that, he used a Heaven-rank warrior's battle energy to amplify his punch. Although Heaven-rank battle energy only increased the force of that punch by around fifty percent, with his monstrous physical strength as the foundation, that fifty-percent boost was terrifying.
The old knight closest to Enzo had his Adam's apple shattered by a single punch. Enzo's knuckles crushed his windpipe and fractured his cervical vertebrae. The dreadful force of the punch erupted inside the man's throat like a volcano. At the instant fist met throat, even Bei Ya, seated by the roadside, saw the old knight's neck spread open like a cobra's hood, flattening into a thin sheet.
With a crack, the old knight's neck bent into a sharp angle. His body shot backward on a gust of wind, and someone even heard the tremendous whoosh of his body tearing through the air.
A great quantity of blood sprayed from the old knight's mouth, along with unidentifiable bits of flesh and fragments of brittle bone. Because he flew backward too quickly, the blood and fragments dragged a thin, savage line of red across the street.
Only after flying more than a hundred meters did the old knight crash heavily to the ground. His body convulsed violently, strange gurgling sounds continuously issuing from his throat—the sound of blood spurting from severed vessels. It was only because the