"Am I going to die?"
Watching Qin Hao's fist approach inexorably, for the first time, Takeda felt the threat of death.
At that moment, his whole body went cold, his face showed despair, and his body was so stiff it couldn't react.
Bang!
The imagined sound of fists resounded as Qin Hao's fist brutally struck Takeda's face, sending him flying high like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground.
Thud!
After hitting the ground, Takeda's face burned with heat, and the strength of the punch had destroyed much of his vitality.
His body was close to collapse, without even the strength to stand.
You could say Takeda was facing the worst moment of his life, yet his mood was filled with the joy of surviving a catastrophe.
"I actually didn't die?"
Takeda murmured in disbelief, barely lifting his eyelids to see Qin Hao standing not far away, a playful smile on his lips.
"You should be thankful I'm not a murderous demon."
Qin Hao said coldly.
