A mouthful of suppressed thick blood burst forth, and Troy, despite his pain, locked his fierce gaze on Bai Wuchang. "You've got sedatives on you!"
As if unaware of the dozens of wounds on his body, Bai Wuchang's eyes remained cold and indifferent, looking down at Troy with a disdainful tilt of his chin prompted by Troy's words.
The iron rod moved casually, pausing slightly beside his thighs, and then struck upward with force at the tip, causing a sudden sharp pain that cleared Troy's disoriented mind.
"Damn it, I hate people playing dirty tricks. Well done, you freak." Troy's voice was as cold as substance, a chilling cruelty filled with unrestrained bloodthirst. "Today, I'll definitely skin you, only then my anger will be quenched."
"Heh heh..." Accompanied by a chuckle devoid of any emotion, Bai Wuchang slowly raised his hand, pointing his sword at Troy. "Just a rat, it's over for you, your value ends here."
