The shoe suddenly shattered, the flesh disguised as a foot sprayed everywhere, and the viscous mixture of blood and motor oil splattered on Feng Mu's chin.
The black-red liquid lacked the warmth of blood, striking his face, causing his pores to contract and his lips to taste a strange flavor.
He admittedly was startled upon seeing that foot explode, revealing a straight spinning steel drill bit, but he was no longer the person he used to be.
Both physically and mentally, he was prepared to either kill others or be killed by them.
In the life-and-death frenzy, he might not completely avoid unexpected incidents, and his emotions inevitably fluctuated with the battle.
He couldn't yet know everything or accurately predict every move of his enemy.
However, those emotional swings could only stay as mere fluctuations, unable to affect his brain's judgment and his body's response.
