Harry saw a punch approaching him. He had no time to dissolve into shadows or use any kind of barrier.
His hands instinctively raised, covered in Qi.
The girl had a calm and aloof expression. She was angry, but she didn't know Harry's power level and didn't want to accidentally kill him.
Something within her restrained her from using her full strength in the punch.
Her fist landed on Harry's forearm, causing his skin to ripple, but it only left a slight redness.
Harry's skin had already been forged through immense training. On top of that, he had three types of cultivation backing him.
A half-hearted attack wouldn't injure him so easily. But Harry had had enough—he didn't care whether she used her full strength or not.
After defending the punch, his own punch followed immediately. Seeing it, the girl sidestepped in time to dodge it.
But as Harry's fist passed near her torso, a blade suddenly appeared in his hand—seemingly out of nowhere.
It cut her stomach, blood oozing out.
