After hearing Jia Xin's words, the anger in Zhang Chen's heart, which had only just subsided a little, flared up again. He threw a right hook straight at Jia Xin's face.
More than a year of training, combined with the physical strengthening gained from devouring ghosts, had made Zhang Chen's punch nearly as powerful as a cannonball. "Hiss!" The wind from his fist howled as it rushed toward Jia Xin.
The punch was so fast that even Jia Xin, despite being prepared, found it difficult to dodge. He merely tilted his body slightly to the right before Zhang Chen's fist arrived.
In an instant, Jia Xin jabbed two fingers from his right hand forcefully into Zhang Chen's wrist joint. Then, taking hold of the fist that had gone off course, he executed an over-the-shoulder throw, lifting Zhang Chen's entire body off the ground and about to slam him heavily onto the floor.
"Splash!" The moment his body touched the ground, it turned into water. After splashing across the floor, the water gathered into a human shape some distance away.
Seeing that his attack had failed and nearly gotten himself hurt, Zhang Chen's nails suddenly extended to half a meter in length as he lunged at Jia Xin.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Zhang Chen's nails slashed against Jia Xin's twin daggers, producing crisp metallic collisions and sending sparks flying.
After a minute, the two had exchanged several hundred blows without either suffering the slightest injury. Only sweat covered their foreheads, while their clothes had been soaked through inside and out.
"Phew... phew..." Zhang Chen gasped heavily, his gaze still fixed on Jia Xin.
"If you've had enough, stop. I know what you're thinking," Jia Xin said slowly as he returned his daggers to his waist.
"You don't know shit!"
"I know you