"Whew, whew, whew... What kind of monster is this?"
The ones who spoke were Zheng Feixiong and the other Strong Martial fighters. Yet the monster they spoke of was that "young man."
When he had first appeared, he had been nothing more than a rash youngster, merely at the Martial Master level.
Though he had been fierce and valiant, even possessing killing power comparable to an early Strong Martial fighter, they had outnumbered him and joined forces, quickly capturing him alive.
But while they interrogated him, something strange happened. Before everyone's eyes, the youth vanished into thin air like a drop of water evaporating, leaving behind not the slightest trace.
Just as everyone was baffled, "he" appeared again, now in the form of a young man at the First Heaven.
In a single exchange, Huo Xiangui, a Second Heaven Strong Martial fighter, had both rows of ribs shattered by the young man's fist, while his lower abdomen was kicked open.
This fellow was far too ferocious, charging about like a mad bull elephant, sweeping everything before him.
In the end, Zheng Feixiong had stepped in and used a single move, Tiger Devouring Corpse, to twist off the young man's neck bones and subdue him.
The bizarre scene happened again. Surrounded by everyone, the young man vanished where he stood.
Looking at the Strong Martial fighters again, every one of them bore injuries. They checked with their companions and confirmed that the young man had not been a puppet or an illusion, but a living, breathing man of flesh and blood. The collisions of fists, kicks, and Blood Qi had all been real.
"Zheng Feixiong, do you know what kind of monster he is?"
"Exactly! He's neither demon nor specter, not a puppet and not a phantom. One moment he's a