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Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
In the blink of an eye, three Black Death Nails shot towards Wang Chen.
The poisoned tips aimed at his forehead, throat, and heart, embodying the sinister essentials of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness of hidden weapons!
Moreover, these Black Death Nails staggered in their timing, a method filled with treachery.
The assailant, a Loose Cultivator, was undoubtedly a master in this regard.
They had calculated everything perfectly.
Wang Chen, quick to react, dodged in time, naturally clearing the way and no longer posing as an obstacle to escape.
If he didn't have the skills, then death would serve him right!
However, the Loose Cultivator never imagined that Wang Chen would neither dodge nor stand frozen awaiting death; instead, he swung his fist toward the incoming Black Death Nails!
What kind of greenhorn was this?
The Loose Cultivator, despite being agitated, almost laughed at the sight.
Countering Black Death Nails with fists.