Qi Zhenghao himself had never expected that the dagger could actually pierce him.
Earlier, Xiao Wang's slash had only nicked his skin. This strike, however, had pierced straight through his abdomen.
Staring at the dagger in his abdomen, Qi Zhenghao let out a continuous furious growl, like a beast driven into a rage.
Hearing it, Xiao Wang rushed forward in a quick step, gripped the dagger's hilt with both hands, planted his feet against Qi Zhenghao's abdomen, and yanked with force. The entire dagger came free.
A stream of crimson blood came out with it.
"You're courting death."
Qi Zhenghao had been completely enraged. He no longer tried to flee, instead fixing Xiao Wang with bloodshot eyes.
Xiao Wang had seen this state before. Fighters who used genetic drugs in the death arena had shown the same condition.
He knew Qi Zhenghao was about to enter a berserk state.
Xiao Wang clenched the dagger in his hand and stared steadily at Qi Zhenghao. He knew the man's fiercest, most savage assault was about to come.
Sure enough, less than a second later, Qi Zhenghao charged fiercely at Xiao Wang. He was considerably faster than before he had been injured, and his punches were as well—more than twenty percent faster than when they had fought in the alley earlier.
Xiao Wang pushed his breathing technique to its limits and used the Tiger Guard Fist, doing everything he could to keep circling and stalling.
He knew that in a direct confrontation, he could not possibly be Qi Zhenghao's match. All he could do now was hold him off and wait for Xu Liyan and the others to arrive as support.
By then, Qi Zhenghao seemed to have completely lost his reason. He had no intention of running to save his own life.