The gap in strength is too vast.
Not everyone is Su Chen; not everyone can fight out of their league.
"I've said it before, you're too weak." In the twinkling of an eye, Zhao Jingzhe suddenly raised his eyebrows with a cruel flash between them. His hand brandished a blood-colored Soft Sword, its crimson smeared with fresh blood, dazzling and eye-searing, reeking of gore.
Zhao Jingzhe hardly made any preparatory moves, just a simple flick of his wrist.
In an instant, Sword Light was a blood-red blur that stained the sky.
Leaving no time to react.
Pfft...
The Soft Sword, like a venomous snake piercing the sky, terrifyingly fast struck Liu Jian's wrist holding the sword.
Liu Jian's wrist was severed, bones and all.
Zhao Jingzhe's attack was extremely vicious.
Blood surged, and Liu Jian's face instantly turned pale and twisted in pain as he bellowed, "Aaaahhh..." His other hand tried to cover the severed wound but couldn't stem the flow of blood.
