An ambush!
A matter of life and death.
The Fourth Master felt the killing intent behind him, and strangely, a sense of relief washed over him.
He forced out his last reserves of energy, completing his Visualization in an instant. He channeled Power into his legs, leaped up abruptly, and kicked off a tree, hoping to use the momentum for a second jump to escape!
But unfortunately, the spear suddenly accelerated as well. Despite his burst of speed, its tip still pierced his thigh.
The sharp spearhead plunged into his muscle just as he jumped.
A searing pain shot through his lower body.
His right leg was sliced open by the spearhead, like lard meeting a hot knife.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
The Second-class Martial Artist's body swayed, and then he felt a sudden numbness in his back.
Looking down, he saw a gleaming spear tip protruding from his chest.
"Such... such a fast spear!"
Blood filled his mouth. He turned his head and saw a cold, jade-like beauty.
