Lu Yuan felt as though he had shattered something.
A massive cloud of blood exploded before him.
HUFF. HUFF.
His vision returned to reality.
Lu Yuan maintained his punching stance, standing on the spot and panting heavily.
A tall figure, missing a good portion of its head, fell thunderously before him.
After hitting the ground, it swiftly withered, its limbs and torso showing signs of melting.
"Is it... dead?"
Lu Yuan stared blankly at his fist, then at the rat man's corpse on the ground, momentarily unable to process what had happened.
A moment later, a profound, lingering fear etched itself onto his face.
So close... It was too close for comfort. If I hadn't triggered the Flash of Insight passive, if I hadn't deliberately studied Lin Zhiquin's Crane Cry Punch before... I can't imagine what I would have faced. Just a moment ago, I practically walked through the Gates of Ghost.
SQUEAK.
