After one punch, King of Zhenbei lowered his head to look at his iron fist, now black as ink. His astonished gaze swept toward Qin Jiuge. "You actually withstood that punch?
Then let's see whether the second and third punches can knock you flat. We'll keep playing properly."
"Ha ha ha ha."
King of Zhenbei was utterly brimming with battle intent. The longer he fought,
the more excited he became.
"Then come."
The corner of Qin Jiuge's mouth twitched violently. Feeling the piercing pain shooting through his arm, he knew that even if he had to pretend, he had to appear calm and unruffled.
A man had to act like a real man. He absolutely could not say he was incapable.
Boom boom boom. Bang bang bang.
The deafening sounds of fists striking flesh rang out without end. Qin Jiuge likewise threw punch after punch, pushing the Sanskrit-hued Diamond Glazed Body technique to its utmost limit.
Every punch he threw now challenged the limits of Qin Jiuge's physical body.
Had his foundation not been deep enough, anyone else facing the relentless bombardment of a Half-step Great Emperor Realm expert would likely have collapsed long ago.
The muscles across his body began tearing inch by inch. Scarlet beads of blood seeped from every pore, and a bloody stench spread around him, dyeing him into a man of blood.
"That's it?"
King of Zhenbei sneered, his tone brimming with disdain as he looked at Qin Jiuge's battered appearance. "I thought you were stronger than this."
Qin Jiuge's fair face had long since been smeared with blood, yet his gaze had not changed in the slightest. His phoenix eyes remained fixed upon King of Zhenbei, who stood close before him. A half-smile lingered on his face. "Let's see what other tricks you have.