Chapter 168 One-Move Overkill
- The scene was soaked in blood, the images brutal. The crowd’s emotions were whipped into a frenzy.
- Up in a VIP box, Chorston puffed a cigar and blew a smoke ring. He spoke slowly. “What do you make of this guy?”
- “Hard to gauge his depth. But his control over power is flawless. That kick needed perfect speed and force. Miss even a little, and you’d just blow the head like a melon.”