"So fast!"
A sharp gleam flashed in White Coat's eyes as he deftly maneuvered the scalpel with his hands.
His hands moved very slowly, so slowly that even an ordinary person could clearly see the trajectory of the scalpel.
However, he blocked all the shadow punches.
"Swoosh!"
After a round of confrontation, Liu Zheng rapidly retreated.
He looked at his own fists, noticing the cross-shaped cuts on the peaks of all four fists, with lava-like blood slowly oozing out.
"Nothing much."
White Coat flicked the blood off his scalpel and said.
He hadn't even stepped back a single step.
"That's good. I was worried you couldn't take a beating."
Liu Zheng said with a cheerful smile.
"Such shameless boasting!"
White Coat snorted coldly and directly flung the scalpel from his hand.
The scalpel, only as wide as two fingers, was enveloped in a massive surge of sword energy. As it plowed through the ground towards Liu Zheng, no one doubted it could cut him right in half.
