"No way!!"
"Something must have been wrong before."
Su Tu held his hand in a knife-hand pose, trying repeatedly, but he couldn't evoke that killing intent.
There must be a problem somewhere.
He kept recalling the scene of the man swinging down the hammer, that overwhelming killing intent, that fearless fighting spirit.
Su Tu stopped caring about the precision of the movements and focused more on that unparalleled aura.
In the mystic, he seemed to touch something.
Next moment!
He stepped forward, using his palm as a blade, eyes intertwining with battle and killing intent. Instantly, on his hand blade, an illusion of a headless roar seemed to emerge.
Then it transformed into a ghostly light, merging onto the hand blade.
Snap~
With a crisp sound, the wooden man dummy was actually cut in half, falling to both sides.
"Whoa!!!" Fat Zhuge exclaimed in astonishment upon witnessing this scene.
The other students were all shocked as well.
