"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Demon Slaughter said through clenched teeth after his initial shock: "Black Demon delivering a full-blown strike, even I might not be able to withstand it. Why was he able to counter it so effortlessly!"
A sudden cold laugh reached their ears.
Demon Slaughter turned to look at the source.
On the stage, Qin Hao gave a faint smile: "Is that supposed to be impossible? Then you're going to be scared to death by what's coming next?"
Having said that, he turned his head to face the ferocious Black Demon: "Your hand hurts and feels weak, doesn't it? Well then, let death be your relief."
With those calm words, Qin Hao clenched his fist tightly.
Crack... Snap...
The sound of fingers breaking echoed, Black Demon's face twisted in pain, "Let go! It hurts so much!"
As a warrior of the underground fighting arena, Black Demon wasn't a stranger to suffering.
