The shock in his heart flashed and vanished, the burly figure instinctively dragged his knife and pulled, the sharp blade breaking through the protection of the Iron Cloth Shirt and Heavenly Gang Power, cutting a deep wound in Zhu Haomiao's palm, revealing the bone.
On the other side, the force injected into his body shook his internal organs, making him cough up blood from the corners of his mouth. The intense pain instantly sobered Zhu Haomiao's previously muddled senses.
Eighth Rank?!
No!
My Body attribute has nearly doubled, combined with the Iron Cloth Shirt and Heavenly Gang Power, it shouldn't lead to spitting blood from one slash!
This power... Seventh Rank!
Understanding dawned, flames of fury ignited in Zhu Haomiao's chest, and he suddenly launched a punch at the enemy's face.
A dignified Seventh-Grade Martial Artist, dealing with a good-for-nothing weakling, even resorting to a sneak attack?!!
No martial virtue!!
Anger!
