Tick-tock, tick-tock—
Blood dripped continuously from the short blade. Gu Sheng gasped for air, though this wasn't the first time he had killed—it was only the second time he had engaged in close combat.
The first time was in the forest, when he split Li Yan in half with a hatchet. This time, he had stabbed his pursuer straight through.
Now, the thin Martial Artist's chest was a mangled mess. Gu Sheng had stabbed him over a dozen times, leaving a bowl-sized hole that was gushing blood.
But this time...
Gu Sheng felt he had adapted much better. A few deep breaths were all it took to completely stabilize his emotions. His gaze gradually became calm.
He squatted down and pulled off the thin Martial Artist's veil, revealing a long face beneath it that startled Gu Sheng.
"He's from the Black Sand Gang..."
