The warhammer swung down, breaking through the air, with a gale sweeping across.
Su Mu's breathing became increasingly rapid, and a trace of madness quietly appeared in his eyes.
He was already 33 years old this year, and because his Qi and blood never surpassed 150 kilocalories, he was still unable to become a Martial Artist. It didn't matter — it was a lousy life anyway.
Facing death, even if he had to use his teeth, he had to bite off a layer of skin from the alien in front of him!
Give it his all!
Su Mu decisively abandoned the saber that he couldn't lift and groped for a thumb-thick withered branch, trying his best to swing it.
...
"This... how is this possible!"
The alien with a thin membrane of Qi and blood holding a warhammer froze with a grin on his face, pupils constricting. He sensed an extreme danger from the ant-like ordinary human who couldn't lift a saber in front of him.
