Reeking of blood and killing intent, "Jack the Ripper" lunged forward. A sudden chill shot through Zhou Chen, and he leaped back warily to create distance.
A glint of cold light sliced through the air, shearing off a corner of Zhou Chen's shadow on the ground.
The point of impact was the shoulder. A section of the shadow, about a centimeter long, was completely severed, instantly dissipating on the ground like a puff of smoke.
A sickening tear echoed.
A corresponding injury appeared on Zhou Chen's shoulder. A chunk of his flesh was cleanly shaved off, the cut perfectly smooth, revealing stark white bone and crimson muscle tissue. Blood splattered.
Having landed a hit, "Jack the Ripper" cackled malevolently. He brandished his slender blade and charged, piercing the air as he thrust straight for Zhou Chen's face.
