The Purple-patterned Mystic Ganoderma
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At the same time, he extended his right hand and grabbed Shen Fei's wrist like a demon claw.
"Get down here!" A bloodthirsty light flickered in Lear's demonic eyes as he yanked Shen Fei down
He held up his halberd and struck again, intending to destroy Shen Fei's right arm. If his arm was broken, Shen Fei would lose most of his combat strength.
"You want to cripple me?" Shen Fei snorted. He bent his index finger, and the runes wove together. The runes were like chains, binding Lear's halberd.
After that, Shen Fei swung his arm and picked Lear up. When he was high enough, he ruthlessly dropped Lear to the ground like a brick.
Crunch! Lear fell hard to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.
"...How is this possible?" Lear's face was filled with disbelief as he stared at the young man who dropped him. He had never thought that he would lose. All of this seemed to have happened too suddenly.
"No!" Lear roared.