Stand Up
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Seeing Han Sen still managing to stand up, the chests of many people felt heavy with sunken emotions.
When the Light Son of God looked at Han Sen again, there was no longer disdain in his expression. Instead, he looked at Han Sen with respect. He considered the Dollar he was up against to be a genuine opponent.
"Now, I will treat you like a real foe. You can quit now, if you'd like. If you choose not to, understand I will not allow you to live," the Light Son of God offered, continuing to look at Han Sen.
Han Sen did not answer, he just raised his fist to try to punch him again.
The Light Son of God's body finally moved. His entire body became light, and he teleported in front of Han Sen. Several beams of light were cast, which stitched together to strike Han Sen.
"Aargh!" Han Sen's body was smacked into the air as more and more blood began to pour from inside the dark-purple armor like a red peony.
Pang!