Chapter 618: Heh, The Naïve Fools
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A sharp crack echoed through the air—the unmistakable sound of bones snapping. What followed was a relentless barrage of forceful blows, each one reverberating like cannon fire.
In that instant, Hank’s entire body was consumed by excruciating pain. It felt as though every nerve had been severed, and his mind was on the brink of collapse from the overwhelming agony.
‘A Grandmaster… This woman is actually a Grandmaster!’ But by the time he realized the horrifying truth, it was far too late—there was no room left for regret.
In the blink of an eye, Hank was reduced to little more than a lifeless rag doll, his body flung through the air by her final devastating strike. Blood sprayed across the night sky, a grotesque contrast to the cold, crisp air.
Doug’s face turned ghostly pale as he watched in horror. His pupils shrank to mere pinpoints, and his entire body froze as though encased in ice.
"Utterly pathetic." Yaeger lowered her fist, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.
At that moment, Hank’s battered body hit the ground with a resounding thud. His eyes rolled back, and his body gave a final twitch before succumbing to unconsciousness.
"Your turn," Yaeger said calmly, shifting her gaze from Hank’s limp form to the petrified Doug.