The car frame smashed him into two halves.

Meanwhile, Waltz beat up the slag truck drivers frenetically. Since she was at half step to Mystic rank, handling small fry like them was a piece of cake. A few moments later, all three truck drivers died from her attacks.

The two managed to avert the crisis.

Alex then noticed that blood was flooding out of Waltz’s upper arm, it was a terrifying sight.

He immediately rushed over and held her. “Waltz, you’re hurt! Are you alright?”

Waltz, who was enraged and merciless earlier, curved her mouth into a frown and fell into Alex’s arms as she grimaced in immense pain. “Senior, I don’t think I have much time left. I have something I wish to do before I die, can you help me to grant that wish?”

Alex panicked. “Waltz, don’t worry, I’ll definitely save you.”

Waltz replied, “No, my wish is more important right now, or else I won’t ever rest in peace. Quick, lean forward, I can’t hold it any longer.”

Alex leaned forward instinctively.

Smooch!