Then.
Su Chen moved again.
The whip marks, the blood, the broken bones on his body, all completely healed. With a step, his Traceless Movement Technique rippled, and he once more lunged toward the woman.
"A fool chasing death." The woman showed no fear, only an aloof ridicule. Even if Su Chen had surpassed her expectations, so what? He was still an ant, a mere ant incapable of stirring any great waves.
At this moment.
The three men who had come with the woman laughed lightly.
The fat one spoke: "It seems I've won the bet. It's already been ten breaths, and this kid is still alive."
The other man snorted, "Mostly because Sister Hongying held back."
"Could it be that Sister Hongying doesn't want this kid to die? Wants to capture him alive? He's already survived more than ten breaths against Sister Hongying, which he completely doesn't deserve!"
......
"Pa!" At that very instant, the woman—Hongying—flicked her wrist again, and the golden rope moved once more.
