After bouncing back five or six feet by Thunder God's sword, the iron rod in the hand of the Warrior Master was still vibrating. His numb hands could barely hold the iron rod. And because of the great impact, he couldn't stand steadily after a few steps back.
Rex took this opportunity to dash forward. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the master. He held the sword with both hands and swung it out horizontally from the left. With a swish of his fingers, the iron rod broke into two pieces. Blood spurted out of the master's chest. Rex was startled by what he saw and realized that he was in deep trouble.
"Ah, ah, ah!" The martial artist fell to the ground with his chest in his arms. A clear line of blood oozed out from the clothes on his chest.
"Oh, my God! He won't die lik
