Fang Cheng had actually shown his face in front of Kiba Taishi again, shameless as ever. Kiba Taishi flew into a rage.
But after his initial fury, he quickly calmed down. The two SAT Mobile Team soldiers weren't far away, and could come looking for them at any moment.
Besides, this fellow acted strangely. He might be setting some sort of trap.
Kiba Taishi had lost a lot of blood while restoring his body, and his strength had diminished. He might not be able to beat the fellow in front of him.
Even if he could win, if the two soldiers found them before he finished, it would be too late to escape.
The madness from earlier had been beaten out of him by thousands of bullets. Kiba Taishi was now scared out of his wits. He just wanted to go home, drink a glass of milk, do some stretching exercises, and then go to bed.
But he didn't want Fang Cheng to realize he was thinking of running away, so he put on a fierce expression. "You still dare show your face in front of me... Wait!"
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Cheng had already used Short-Range Dash and charged straight at him.
Kiba Taishi hadn't expected Fang Cheng to be so fast. Before he could react, Fang Cheng was right in front of him.
Fang Cheng reached into his backpack with his free hand, pulled out a silver dagger, and plunged it into Kiba Taishi's chest.
"Argh!"
Kiba Taishi cried out in pain. A great gush of blood burst from his chest, wrapped around Fang Cheng's arm, and began spinning at tremendous speed.
With a series of cracking sounds, the arm was twisted into a pretzel in an instant.
"Another one who can move his heart?"
Fang