The stimulation of the tear glands blurred his vision.
Even though his sight was blurred by tears, the flash of silver that shot out still made Number Two wary. He rapidly retreated to open up the distance between them while freeing his right hand, curling it stiffly into a claw and slashing swiftly in front of his chest.
What is that? When Number Two finally saw what was attacking him, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. A pair of grim and vicious eyes were fixed intently on him, and the exposed fangs looked as if they might tear him apart at any moment.
Maybe because he was in a crisis, Number Two's full strength erupted without reservation, and his final hidden killing move was unleashed as well. As that tightly hooked right claw slashed at high speed, it gradually turned a dark greenish-black, and the faint, illusory green qi that lingered around his body visibly gathered toward his palm.
