Death Match

Oh…

Zhao Yu moaned as he fell!

The sharp dagger had pierced his upper back, and Zhao Yu suddenly felt all his strength being drained from his body. His head was now shrouded with a terrifying shadow of death.

This was not the first time Zhao Yu had felt threatened by death! In his previous life, there had been many times where he had been injured by flashes of cold steel; his ears had been hurt before, and even his head had been slashed a few times, to the point where his hair couldn't grow back nicely.

Now he was on the ground because of the injury, but Zhao Yu was still very conscious. Lying down on the ground, he saw the electric gun that had been abandoned by the woman. Suddenly, Zhao Yu remembered something. He immediately lunged forward and grabbed the electric gun, then turned around and aimed it at the woman!

Ugh…