But this man with the handlebar mustache was clearly not easy to deal with. His free hand, without hesitation, swung a fist, clearly intent on trading wound for wound, life for life.
That palm, carrying 'terrifying' Spiritual Energy, would have left Gu Qingfeng either crippled or severely injured if it had struck him.
Su Bei, seeing this, raised his eyebrows slightly. With an almost imperceptible flick of his index finger, a wisp of Spiritual Energy instantly diverted the mustachioed man's palm. The strike then landed heavily on a nearby banana tree.
SPLURT—
Blood spurted violently.
"You..."
The mustachioed man's eyes widened. Clutching the spear piercing his chest, he coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs, then collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Gu Qingfeng collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
He couldn't help but feel a secret sense of relief that the mustachioed man's palm strike had gone wide...
