A figure flipped in mid-air, then landed somewhat awkwardly on the ground.
Teng Zhuhai clutched his chest, where blood continued to flow unabated. Ning Fan's sword had pierced through his chest, missing his heart by a mere fraction. Had he not reacted in the nick of time, he would already be dead.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
He rubbed his chest as he rose from the ground, his complexion a bit pale.
Indeed, just as Teng Zhuhai had previously thought, Ning Fan's True Qi had been severely depleted. However, Teng Zhuhai had misjudged one thing: Ning Fan had deliberately shown weakness and had purposefully exposed his flaws. This made Teng Zhuhai lower his guard and decide to clash heads-on with him.
