"Come out? Heh heh heh—everyone who first arrives at Tianyuan still thinks they're above others, like some great expert admired outside. But in truth... try circulating your inner force again now."
The sinister voice drifted over gloomily, its tone filled with mockery.
"Hm?"
Jiang Dali frowned, only then realizing that the vital energy in his dantian, already extremely weak, had somehow silently become even weaker, as though it were slowly and strangely draining away.
"Hehehe, villains die from talking too much. Tie Feng, you really talked too much."
At that moment, a calm laugh suddenly came from a stone hall on the cliff across from him.
"Shut up!"
Buzz! Whoosh!—
The black mist abruptly trembled. A lean figure shot out like a ghost from the stone hall on the left cliff, its body flickering unpredictably from side to side. In the blink of an eye, it swept down the cliff in a blur and rapidly closed in on Jiang Dali.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Gales stirred the black mist into a frenzy. The lean figure ran faster and faster, and wherever it passed, the ground exploded with dense shallow pits as stone chips and dust filled the air.
Golden light condensed in Jiang Dali's eyes. Through the black mist, he saw a blurry figure flash past. In that hurried glimpse, he saw the muscles on the other person's body writhing rapidly, rolling like flowing water.
Relying purely on physical strength to sprint? What powerful muscles!
The thought had barely surfaced when the mist exploded outward with a boom. A fist like a phantom enlarged before his eyes.
Jiang Dali tilted his head slightly and easily dodged it. He only felt the skin on his face sting as if scraped by a fierce wind. Then there was movement below him—the opponent's knee