C95 The Desperate Hell

"I should be the one saying that. Go to hell!" The sobered drunkard was no longer as difficult to handle as before, his movements now predictable.

He clutched the mace tightly and swung it towards Xiaoming's head. Xiaoming quickly ducked and delivered two solid punches to the drunkard's abdomen. Before the drunkard could collapse, he was impaled by spikes that erupted from the ground