Song Lie was dead.
Shen Zhong gripped his short axe, his face graver than ever.
Mo Qianjun had taken Lu Chen's knee to the abdomen. His blood and qi churned, and his face had gone faintly pale.
The three of them had laid a trap.
Two men at the advanced stage of Skin Training and one at its peak had ambushed Jade-Faced Flying Dragon.
It should have been foolproof.
But now Song Lie was dead.
He had died swiftly and decisively.
Two punches had shattered his chest. He had not even had the chance to beg for mercy.
Shen Zhong swallowed, stared at Lu Chen, and said grimly, "Mo Qianjun, stop holding back."
"If you keep anything in reserve, we'll both die."
Mo Qianjun's eyes turned cold. The blue blade in his sleeve slowly dropped as he said with feigned indifference, "I know."
Of course, they had meant for Lu Chen to hear that exchange.
Neither had held back from the start. But with Song Lie dead, they needed something to bolster their courage.
A smile appeared on Lu Chen's jade-like face.
"Show me what you've got!"
Then Lu Chen's gaze settled on Shen Zhong.
Shen Zhong was at the advanced stage of Skin Training, the softer persimmon of the two. Lu Chen would squeeze him first.
Lu Chen stamped his foot and made the first move.
Shen Zhong's pupils contracted. With an angry roar, he swung his axe.
"Come on!"
The short axe swept across with a heavy rush of wind.
Lu Chen ducked, skimming beneath the blade.
The wind from the axe brushed over his head, whipping his black hair into disarray.
The next instant, Lu Chen crashed into Shen Zhong's reach.
His fist rose.
Boom!
The first punch slammed into Shen Zhong's left shoulder.
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