C317 Winning?

"It's still too slow." The middle-aged man frowned as if he was annoyed by Chen Wei's attack. At the same time that a sharp white light appeared on his finger, Chen Wei only felt a burning pain on his arm.

The innermost piece of chicken on his arm had a ten centimeter long wound on it. Its flesh and blood were extremely horrifying.

He gritted his teeth as the pain entered his heart. After all