Chapter 13: Let Yang Dong Go

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sounds of two bodies colliding echoed through the jungle. Bodily fluids splashed and intertwined....

Ahem, one was sweating, and the other was bleeding.

The pale native covered his head with one hand while the other waved wildly. He retreated in panic, blood streaming down his face.

Meanwhile, Li Changhe's sweat poured down like rain.

With the last move, Li Changhe took a deep breath and dodged an attack. He bounced forward, and thrust his right hand forward, piercing the gap between the native's lower jawbone and trachea.

This could be considered the softest, most lethal part of the human body. Hooking his two fingers, Li Changhe directly tore out the native's trachea.

Stepping back a few steps, Li Changhe looked at his blood-stained fingers and nodded slightly.

This was not Octopole Fist, but a deadly move that Box had taught him to use in critical situations, to quickly kill enemies.