"Stop!"
Fang Han's brow furrowed. He took a step forward, blocking the youth in green, his voice tinged with coldness.
"I've already heavily wounded this man and left him unable to resist. For you to strike now and steal my mission target is crossing a line."
The youth in green was forced to a halt.
He was half a head taller than Fang Han, his face a mask of arrogance. Hearing Fang Han's words, he sneered and gestured with the corpse in his hand.
"The credit goes to whoever lands the final blow. Don't you know the rules? Get out of my way!"
Fang Han's gaze darkened.
There was indeed such an unwritten rule in the martial world, but it mostly applied when the target could still fight back.
Right now, it was clear he had already beaten his enemy into submission. This other guy was just brazenly stealing the spoils of victory.
"Put the body down." Fang Han's voice grew colder. "Or don't blame me for what happens next."
