Alex felt the burning sensation of the stab wound before he saw the hand go through his shirt in the front.
He could taste the iron in his mouth as blood began to pool at his lips. Opening his mouth to breathe, all he managed to do was cough, spitting a mouthful of blood next to the old man's already bleeding head.
'That's bad,' he noted mentally, feeling the burn come from his left lung.
'Two broken ribs and a perforated lung. I can't keep fighting too much with these wounds. Even my superior healing won't get me back in top shape quickly enough for prolonged combat. I need to break away now.'
Kicking Alexander's back to push away, Christoph laughed maniacally with his childish voice and glee, licking the blood off his hand in ecstasy.
"Mmm, this taste. Yes! Nothing can beat the sweetness of the strong!" he jubilated.
Cheng Weilong froze momentarily, realizing what had just happened too late to use the moment both had stopped moving to deliver fatal blows.
