Sharp claws glinted with a bone-chilling light as they slashed viciously toward the center of Yang Jing's back. The move was ruthless, aimed straight for a vital spot.
The Spotted Shadow Leopard's eyes were filled with certainty. 'Yang Jing must have used a lot of energy to repel the One-Eyed Giant Tiger with that last punch. This is the perfect moment, when his old strength is spent and new strength has yet to gather. This surprise attack of mine will definitely succeed in a single blow. I might even be able to tear his heart right out.'
However, as cunning as the Spotted Shadow Leopard was, it hadn't accounted for the fact that Yang Jing had only used eighty percent of his power. He had intentionally held back, anticipating its sneak attack.
After all, who could have imagined that someone capable of repelling a One-Eyed Giant Tiger—a beast known for its brute strength—with a single punch would still have enough power left to guard against a sneak attack from behind?
