Just as he pushed himself up on his knees, ready to fight on, a biting blast of force shot toward him, carrying an undisguised killing intent aimed straight for his face!
Shen Lie's pupils contracted, and the hair all over his body stood on end.
The force of the punch was overwhelming, carrying with it the finality of mutual destruction. It was clearly meant to take his life!
A BUZZ went through his head.
Although the saying for the arena trials went, "life and death are fated, fists and feet have no eyes," most bouts stopped once a victor was clear. At worst, someone might be severely injured, but it was extremely rare for anyone to deliver a killing blow.
Shen Lie had previously considered severely injuring Yang Jing, but he had never thought of killing him. Yet the coldness in Yang Jing's eyes was now so real it made his scalp tingle.
'He really wants to kill me!'
