Abe Matsu was terrified to his very bones. He didn't want to show such a reaction, but he was involuntarily trembling with fear.
He could already smell the scent of death approaching. How could he not be afraid?
Watching Han Bihong's ten women launch deadly moves, and Shen Yaqing's offensive descending like a torrent, especially the murderous intent from Qiu Wen, he felt immense pressure, as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city, making it hard for him to breathe.
"How could these ten traitors get involved with a Human Body Limit expert? Their damn luck is just too good." Abe Matsu sighed, feeling extremely conflicted inside.
With a dull "thud" sound, in the midst of a new wave of battle, Abe Matsu was struck as if by lightning, kicked away by Qiu Wen, his figure flying several yards before crashing to the ground.
Blood spurted uncontrollably from his mouth in defiance despite his efforts to suppress it.
Abe Matsu forced himself to stand despite the toll on his spirit.
