Death Scripture

Chu Nanping’s kung fu was no better than those of the kung fu experts from the Central Plains. It was just that his fighting style was different. Just like the Dragon King’s ultimate goal, what he pursued was a striking speed that was always slightly faster than that of his opponent.

This fight had ended so abruptly that nobody made any sounds. Blinking, Han Fen had no idea whether she had been saved or not at all.

“The fourth round,” said Gu Shenwei, turning around to point at Shangguan Fei and Shangguan Hong. They felt a cold shiver of fear crawl up them at the same time as they leaned against each other to maintain their balance.

The Unique King squinted and took a step forward. He didn’t care about the results of the former three rounds. This final fight was what he was waiting for.