"Well, since you have nothing else to say, go to your death in peace..."
With that, Su Yu strolled toward Half-Face Mask.
"Y-you, what are you doing! Stay back! I'm a personal guard of the Celestial Dragons! You lowlife, don't come near me!"
Su Yu's slow approach exerted tremendous pressure, and the oncoming presence of death tormented Half-Face Mask so much that he no longer knew what he was saying and accidentally let the truth slip.
Sigh, killing a madman gives me no sense of accomplishment!
Su Yu ambled up to Half-Face Mask. He deliberately walked slowly to put immense psychological pressure on him. Watching his own death approach step by step while powerless to do anything was tremendous torture!
Indeed, Half-Face Mask suddenly realized that, at some point, his body had stopped obeying him. He wanted to flee, wanted to fight back, but his body simply stood there, motionless, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
But Su Yu paid no heed to his thoughts. He stepped forward, rested his left hand on Half-Face Mask's shoulder, then raised his clenched right fist and shook it before his chest, preparing to punch.
The next instant, that sandbag-sized fist slammed into Half-Face Mask's chest, caving it in. The savage force tore straight through his body, blasting a large hole through the clothes on his back.
Under that heavy blow, Half-Face Mask threw back his head and sprayed a great mouthful of blood. It scattered through the air in a rather pretty sight, while any blood falling toward Su Yu evaporated outright.
Then Su Yu tightened his grip on Half-Face Mask's shoulder and tossed him into the air. Raising his right leg high, he viciously stamped down on his stomach, driving him out of the air and into the ground. The ferocious