Boom!
A wall directly collapsed, Konstantin's palm smashed through the five-centimeter-thick wall.
The sheer force of his palm from a distance was terrifying; if it landed on a person, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Having narrowly escaped, Ning Fan's heart was filled with lingering fear. He turned around, flicking the Black Sword in his hand, as thick, sticky blood splattered onto the floor. Two corpses already lay in the room.
"Konstantin, the renowned number one of the Umbrella organization, and yet you have the audacity to stoop to sneak attacks? I truly underestimated you!"
Ning Fan stared coldly at Konstantin. If he hadn't been on guard earlier, he might have already fallen victim to Konstantin's strike.
Konstantin, hearing this, was shockingly calm: "Great achievements require sacrificing trivialities. Ning Fan, you have much to learn."
