"I will kill you, Apocalypse Rogue!"

Enduring the intense pain on his body, Abin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and once again lunged towards Zhou Zheng.

"I must have been too careless."

Abin found an excuse for himself, unable to fathom how Zhou Zheng, a Third Tier martial artist, could injure him. What puzzled him even more was that the injury seemed inexplicable. He only felt the opponent's dagger touch him, and then a sharp pain followed, as if a dagger was cutting inside his body.