Feeling the aura of death rushing toward him, Zheng Zha, who had grabbed Xu Yue's arm purely on instinct, gradually lost the confusion in his eyes.
A long-forgotten soreness spread through his entire body.
The Third Tier Gene Lock had already begun reducing the backlash in preparation for the Fourth Tier.
Yet that last exchange had still made Zheng Zha feel the same terrifying pain he had experienced when he first opened the First Tier Gene Lock.
In truth, before Xu Yue struck with that finger, he had already broken apart Zheng Zha's defensive stance.
Theoretically, Zheng Zha should not have been able to block it.
Yet he had forcibly twisted his arm, returning it to defend the vital area even at the cost of rupturing his tendons. He had done everything possible to make it effective, struggling to the very end.
And so, he had barely managed to intercept it.
Although the interception had not been particularly strong, and Xu Yue could still have driven straight through if he wished, that desire to survive still left Xu Yue utterly amazed.
In terms of absolute strength alone, even though he had embarked upon the Human Immortal Martial Path, he had not yet reached the level of an Intruder due to the short time he had spent cultivating it.
But in his use of the Third Tier Gene Lock, as well as his original realm and combat awareness, he held an overwhelming advantage.
For Zheng Zha to have held out this long in such a state was already enough to call him exceptionally gifted.
"So this is only the Third Tier..."
The lessons Xu Yue had hammered into him through beatings had undoubtedly left a much deeper impression than ordinary instruction ever could.
During the fight, Zheng Zha had also tried