"Song Qingshu!"
The man in sportswear immediately panicked. He had never imagined Song Qingshu would come hurtling toward him. No, he hadn't charged over on his own—someone had thrown him!
But it was too late for anything now. Song Qingshu's body had been severed in two, and he was clearly beyond saving.
Run. That was the only thing left on the man in sportswear's mind. He took one last look at Song Qingshu, then immediately raced toward where he remembered the floor-to-ceiling windows being.
As he ran, he spread his ability throughout his body. His already massive muscles grew even more exaggerated, making him look like a human tank. His surging aura seemed ready to crush anything that dared stand in his way.
Then he saw a figure standing by the window.
Right in the path of his escape.
It was a blood-soaked figure, rather tall. Compared with an ordinary person, the body was quite muscular, but next to his own now, it seemed much thinner.
Even after spotting his opponent, the man in sportswear didn't slow down. He only quickened his pace. He knew this was his last chance.
If he managed to break through, he might survive. If he didn't, he couldn't blame anyone else; he could only curse his own bad luck for having a monster like this come after him.
The opponent blocking the window didn't move at all, as if stunned by his aura. Only at the very last moment did the man in sportswear see him move. A flash of light flickered before his eyes.
The next second, the man in sportswear smashed through the floor-to-ceiling window and stumbled onto the garden soil outside. He had no time to celebrate before he shot toward the woods like an arrow loosed from a bow.
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