Silver Sycee
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The steel twig was unexpectedly tough. It took Han Sen a long while to cut through it so he could claim the silver fruit for himself.
When he finally sawed through the twig, the silver fruit dropped from the tree. Han Sen reached out his hand to grab it. But the moment the silver sycee touched his hand, Han Sen's eyes widened.
His face twisted, and his muscles trembled and shook. His blood surged through his veins like lightning, and his entire body turned to ice jade. He roared. He struggled to raise the hand that was holding the silver sycee, his other hand clutching his waist as if he was about to have a hernia.
Han Sen summoned all the power he could. His hair flew around like mad, and green veins bulged across his head.
Patong!
The silver sycee continued to fall to the ground, taking Han Sen's hand with it. Han Sen had to half-kneel on the ground.