Su Chuanyun finally mustered the courage, but he didn't use much strength.
When he swung the hammer at Ji Xinghe's back, he wanted to close his eyes, but he dared not. He was afraid he would miss.
When the meter-long handle of the hammer, with a head larger than a grown man's fist, lightly hit Ji Xinghe's back, Su Chuanyun regretted it deeply.
Why was he always so impulsive?
If he were as silent as the deaf and lame, Ji would not have chosen him today.
He had been glad before because the third tungsten gold weapon seized by Ji Xinghe was given to him during the Mountain-cutting battle.
Because of this, he had flaunted in front of Andre for a long time, and did not stop even after Andre also received a tungsten gold weapon.
Why did he have to act that way?
As soon as this thought emerged, the hammer finally hit Ji Xinghe's back.
There was a dull sound.