Finally Hacked Him to Death!

Boom!

Fang Ping demolished the fourth house, and it collapsed with a boom.

Martial artists in the three lower ranks were not yet at superhuman status. Fang Ping was currently exhausted, fully drenched in sweat. His Vitality was being depleted rapidly.

Behind the village.

"Grand Missionary, what should we do now?" someone asked in a low voice. A middle-aged man in the crowd furrowed his brow slightly and said slowly, "Today, I will surely die, but death is nothing to fear!

"The ones coming for us are merely an amateur group of martial arts university-bred curs!

"Those novices have chosen the most tiring and exhausting strategy to retaliate.

"Since that is so, we might as well satisfy them!

"Rank-1 martial artists, start running sneak attacks to disrupt them. Slow them down and exhaust their patience.

"Without patience, they will be all the more easy to fluster…