Zhang Beixing remained composed. He simply tossed it backwards effortlessly. At the same time, he pulled out his "grudge notebook" from his clothes, hurriedly jotted down a few words, and tore out the page.
"Debt paid upon death."
With those words, Zhang Beixing tossed the paper aside. The corpse he had beaten, without a single bone left intact, began to fall just then.
THUMP!
With a dull thud, the paper, caught by the movement, fluttered down and landed on the mangled corpse, whose skull alone remained unbroken.
An eye for an eye, never let a grudge last overnight!
Zhang Beixing tucked his "grudge notebook" back into his pocket and concluded his stance.
In an instant, sweat steamed off him, washing the blood from his body. Zhang Beixing slowly exhaled a heavy breath. It was only then that he noticed the change in himself, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.
Stimulating the body's potential through a unique blood circulation method—interesting!
