Holy Crystal Staff
編輯: Transn
"Ch-ch!"
The Wind and Thunder Finger condensed into a lightning spindle that struck Luo Shi on his left shoulder and tore off the muscles on his shoulder.
A bloody mess clung to his shoulder, neck, and armpit, and the white of his shoulder bone was exposed.
"So... formidable."
Enduring the pain, Luo Shi turned to try to run away.
He had grossly underestimated his opponent's capabilities. Zhang Ruochen's Spiritual Power had likely reached the 44th level, and he had wounded him by merely employing Level One Magic Arts.
If Zhang Ruochen had used Level Two or Level Three Magic Arts, he would not even have the chance to escape.
Having made a mistake in his strategy, Luo Shi had lost the opportunity to assassinate his opponent on this day. He could only return home to nurse his wounds and make another assasination attempt when he recovered.
How could Zhang Ruochen let Luo Shi off so easily?