Li Yun took out an antidote pill and swallowed it, then swept his hand through the air.
A handful of homemade powder scattered out.
"Despicable!"
Fan Hao gritted his teeth, his voice full of fury and hatred.
When he saw a cloud of gray dust rushing toward him, his heart sank.
He had no idea what the powder was, but he was certain it was no ordinary substance. It had to be a deadly move capable of turning the tide.
At this critical moment, he abruptly checked his charge and swiftly raised his arms, crossing them in front of his face.
He deliberately left a narrow gap between his fingers, turned sideways, and ran toward the door, keeping his eyes fixed on Li Yun and not daring to let his guard down for even a moment.
Despicable?
This was a fight to the death. Li Yun didn't care what methods he used.
Fierce Tiger Pounces on Prey! He charged after Fan Hao again.
Things had come to this. Li Yun's gaze sharpened. He decided to stop hiding his abilities and end the fight as quickly as possible.
He stamped his foot against the floor, his body shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. In an instant, he caught up with Fan Hao, who was still stumbling backward, trying to escape the room.
He turned his wrist. A flash of cold light appeared inside the room as a snow-bright long blade sprang from its sheath.
Fan Hao was already tense, his peripheral vision fixed on the movement behind him.
But when he saw Li Yun somehow produce a long blade out of thin air, his pupils shrank to pinpricks. Shock overwhelmed him, and his mind went blank.
Where had that weapon come from?
The gleaming blade slashed toward him.