Feng Huang, shocked, began to feel annoyed: "Your cloning technology has reached that level, why didn't you tell me?"
"If I told you, how would I counterattack?" Shen Yu sneered, playing with a thin surgical knife in his right hand.
Unexpectedly, he was able to overcome psychological obstacles and take up the surgical knife again, just to kill Feng Huang!
Feng Huang knew things were bad and struggled to get up and run.
Swish—
Shen Yu waved his hand, and the knife, thin as a willow leaf, cut into the back of Feng Huang's knee.
Feng Huang cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
His tendon was severed...
"Does it hurt? With the tendon behind your knee cut, you'll never stand up again." Shen Yu laughed lightly, a few more small surgical knives appeared in his hand at some point, which he played with as though performing a juggling act.
Feng Huang watched in horror: "Shen Yu, listen to me..."
"There's nothing to say."
Swish, swish, swish—
