Crack!
As Tiandao slowly applied pressure, a crisp sound of bone shattering suddenly came from Liu Ma's forearm.
The hardened skin bestowed upon him by the Golden Demon Bull slowly developed countless dense cracks beneath Tiandao's only slightly tightened grip.
Dark-red blood seeped from those cracks, dripping through the gaps between Tiandao's fingers and onto the ground, where it burst into tiny blossoms of blood.
Even though the pain had left his entire body trembling and his face as pale as paper,
Liu Ma still stared fixedly at Tiandao without letting out even a muffled groan. He had some backbone.
It had to be said that when it came to refusing to admit defeat, Liu Ma, No. 35, had more grit than Chen Kong, that dead-last No. 36.
But if he wanted to defeat him, sheer stubborn defiance was nowhere near enough.
Without changing expression, Tiandao increased the pressure in his hand and said calmly, "Challenging a god is indeed courage, but it is also, in itself, an act of recklessness."
The instant his words fell, Tiandao's right hand suddenly exerted force and gave a light "push" forward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amid three dull impacts, Liu Ma flew as though he had been struck by a high-speed Steam Train. His body traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily into a distant wall of brass and concrete, sending metal fragments and dust swirling everywhere.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
After a violent fit of coughing, a golden arm streaming with blood suddenly thrust out from the ruins.
Supporting himself, Liu Ma struggled to his feet like an indestructible cockroach.
But his condition was clearly far from good.
Not only was his right arm twisted at an unnatural angle and his shoulder dislocated,
but fresh blood also ran from the corner of