"You poisoned me?!" Zhou Xingtong was both shocked and enraged. He turned to glare at Wei He. Even his Poison Cleansing Pearl could not withstand this poison?
"If you think so, then so be it." Wei He's figure flashed again, tracing several zigzagging paths before abruptly landing to Zhou Xingtong's left.
He struck out with two consecutive palms.
Then he turned to the other side and landed another two palms against Zhou Xingtong's back.
Then he turned again and continued his barrage.
Zhou Xingtong's movements had already slowed, and his speed was far inferior to Wei He's. Now, he could not keep up at all.
He kept turning, swinging the Invisible Whip around his arm, but aside from shredding some nearby bark and shrubs, it was utterly useless.
One was fast, the other slow—and Zhou Xingtong was growing even slower.
"I don't know what you used to ward off poison, but if you think all I can do is poison people, then this day next year will be your death anniversary!"
Wei He struck again, slamming a palm viciously into the back of Zhou Xingtong's head.
Bang!!
Under the tremendous impact, fine poisonous ash burst from Wei He's palm and clung to the other man's hair.
At such close range, he refused to believe this man could endure it.
In the thirty-odd strikes he had just delivered, he had applied a different poison powder or poison liquid with every single one.
These highly concentrated poisons came in many varieties. On one hand, this was to test which poison his opponent was most vulnerable to, so he could prepare something targeted next time.
On the other hand, it made it easier to mix poisons whenever necessary.
Many mixed poisons had a limited effective period, and their potency weakened upon exposure to