Chapter 535: Extreme Counterkill

"Aagh!" That heavy, full-powered punch sent the Fop flying more than three hundred feet. He crashed into the ground with a brutal thud. "Spurt!" Blood sprayed. Several teeth had been knocked clean out, and even his surgically altered face twisted grotesquely from the impact. "You bastard! You actually dared hit my face!" he screeched. "I'll kill you!" The Fop flipped up, fingers brushing his jaw that was nearly dislocated. A vicious aura burst from inside him, sharp enough to make the air feel...