Shadow was about to go insane!
Zhao Ritian's mouth was just too damn busy. Far too busy.
Did this guy not need to gather his breath!?
And what the hell was going on with his true qi!? What was this!?
Anyone normal would have died after getting beaten around by him for this long!
How could he still fight!? And still keep running his mouth!?
Shadow panted. "What is your true qi called?"
Zhao Ritian was covered in wounds. He slowly climbed to his feet and spat out a bloody gob. "It's called you've already courted death and don't even know it yet you still dare act tough in front of me sooner or later I'll hammer you to death beat you until you're like Long Aotian unable to be a man and can only be a turtle, invincible under heaven, unmatched in the world, hella awesome, fucking cool, invincible and badass, uh..."
Shadow roared, "Will you fucking die if you stop to catch your breath!?"
Zhao Ritian recovered. "It's Benevolent God's Return!"
Shadow shook his head. "I'm going to kill you! If I don't fucking kill you today, I won't be able to sleep for the rest of my life!"
Zhao Ritian roared, "What the fuck does your insomnia have to do with me!?"
The two charged at each other again.
With one slash, Shadow cut open Zhao Ritian's chest.
Panting, he said, "Fuck! Still running your mouth? Trash like you should be thrown to the Demon Race to serve men! You should be sticking your ass up for them and smiling back at them while you do it!"
Zhao Ritian swallowed a pill and looked at Shadow. "Me, Zhao Ritian? Heh, impossible! My cervical spine's bad!"
Shadow's eyes widened. "Is this a cervical spine issue!?"
"Hey!"
"What now!?"