บท 213: 212 Marseille Turn

Li Wei's steps, like dancing with shackles—

On the right, a cliff.

On the left, a storm.

A slight misstep could result in shattered bones, but Li Wei still didn't surrender; in fact, he conjured an unbelievably spirited fighting spirit.

One diving lunge, dodged.

Two diving lunges, dodged—

But this time, he was grazed, and his staggered steps soon turned chaotic. In his peripheral vision, he could see a blurry shadow, a gaping maw roaring and snarling at him, its foul breath mixing with saliva, mucus, and blood plasma raining down violently.

"Rookie!"

"Tear him apart."

"Kill him!"

Insults exploded above his eardrums yet transformed into the best fuel.

Li Wei stumbled forward a couple of gruesome steps by inertia, clearly on the verge of exhaustion, about to be encircled by three blue figures and compressed by two white figures—