Chapter 1109: The Real Street Fighting Artifact!_1

"F*ck..."

Fred, who had been knocked off his motorbike, spat out a mouthful of blood and crawled up from the ground.

He looked down at the gaping hole in his chest, then twisted his head to look in the direction of the retreating flying sword, and his head was full of question marks.

"A... flying sword?"

At this moment, he felt that the damage to his heart far exceeded that of his body.

——At least Lincoln had a conscience, the flying sword just now didn't break the speed of sound, and it didn't spin when it pierced Fred's body, so the wound wasn't big, just a penetrating injury.

And to win this gamble, Fred had put in a lot of investment.

He underwent full body modification, not only armed prosthetic limbs but also skin, bones, blood vessels, nerves, organs, life monitoring... all with auxiliary plugins.

Although his chest was hollow, it didn't affect his combat power much.