Chapter 588 Taichi VS Drunken Fist

• No matter how strong your skills are, you still fear a kitchen knife. The Drunken Cat’s drunken fist was weird as hell, but in the end it couldn’t beat Lewis Snow’s blades.
• “Swish, swish, swish!”
• By now, the Drunken Cat was covered in cuts and sword marks, blood streaming. What threw Lewis off was that even though the guy was hurt, he didn’t seem to feel pain at all and kept fighting like a wild beast.