This battle came quickly and left just as swiftly.
A cold wind mixed with a strong scent of blood swirled through the clearing in the forest, lifting a few blood-stained dry leaves.
Fang Cheng stepped on the crushed rock debris under his feet, making a slight creaking sound.
In the depths of those deep eyes, a faint golden hue was faintly visible.
The seemingly thin figure stood amidst the gray mist, exuding an oppressiveness that was suffocating.
The tall thin man was drenched in cold sweat, his camo jacket on his back already soaked through.
He quickly stepped back half a step, the soles of his military boots scuffing against the mud in an attempt to put a little distance between them.
If he were to betray the organization's core secrets and leak information, there would be no way back but death.
But...
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced into the distance at the large pine tree that Fang Cheng had broken in half with a punch.
