Because Ye Weiming was a player, the damage he inflicted on Huangfu Dengyun was nothing more than pure damage, along with the system-recognized effects of "Muscle Severing" and "Blood Absolute." It did not come with additional effects such as grievous wounds or bleeding. Therefore, Huangfu Dengyun had no need to perform actions like sealing his acupoints to stop the bleeding. Moreover, Blood Absolute required time to take effect, so its impact on his combat strength was not yet obvious.
Tilting his head slightly, Huangfu Dengyun glanced at his numb right arm, which had lost all sensation due to the Muscle Severing effect. When he turned back to Ye Weiming, the disdain in his eyes had vanished, replaced by deep wariness. "I never expected that, aside from those suicidal moves of yours, you could actually break my 'Baseball Fist' in a head-on exchange."
Ye Weiming knew full well that although Huangfu Dengyun was seriously injured, his combat strength remained intact. A wounded beast was all the more dangerous. Considering that the Blood Absolute poison in his body also needed time to take effect, Ye Weiming was in no hurry to attack. Instead, he was happy to stall for time. He slowly advanced toward his opponent, his Yin Yang Demonic Eyes fixed on every movement Huangfu Dengyun made, ready to launch a fatal strike the instant he spotted an opening.
At the same time, he did not forget to undermine the man's confidence. "Breaking your 'Baseball Fist' really isn't difficult. When you attacked me earlier, you probably didn't put your full strength into that punch, did you? Let me guess. Sixty percent? Seventy? Or eighty?"
Huangfu Dengyun was somewhat puzzled by his own defeat and subconsciously answered truthfully, "Seventy."
"The exact percentage doesn't matter." Ye Weiming explained calmly, "So long as you