C61 The First Time He Killed Someone

Despite Black Mamba being down to one arm, he was already weaving his way around the ring. Clad in leather, slick with olive oil, his movements were serpentine.

Ning Xiaoshu stood in the center of the ring, as straight as a javelin, yet his gaze was even more chilling than that of a venomous snake in Black Mamba's eyes.

Ning Xiaoshu's eyes were locked onto Black Mamba's injured arm