"You're courting death!"
Chu Mo received a bitterly cold stare from Matsubara Magu, who harbored a glacial threat in his eyes. A killing aura began to permeate from him, and some energy fluctuations seemed to vaguely emanate from the folded fan in his hand.
That energy appeared faint, yet it was filled with a wildly vicious intent to kill.
Swoosh!!
In the next second, the folded fan in his hand, akin to a dart, was shot towards Chu Mo's throat with an unexpectedly strange and wicked trajectory.
The trajectory was elusive, the speed extremely fast, and as it pierced through the air in that instant, it also carried a piercingly sharp whistling sound.
In the blink of an eye, it was already assaulting Chu Mo's throat with an endless ferocious aura.
A strike that meant certain death!
"You're very clever to use your strongest strike. However, it's a pity that you won't have another chance to make a move!"
In the same second, the calm voice of Chu Mo suddenly rang out.
