Let me post a chapter early this morning. I've been a little tired these past two days, so I'm turning in early. Once Pighead gets up, I'll post the later updates!
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Like two rutting boars brawling in a pigsty and turning it into a total mess, Lin Qi and Grenan exchanged a wild flurry of blows in the woods. By the time they stopped, panting for breath, the forest within a radius of ten miles had collapsed by more than a mile in depth.
This place was close to the Seine River, where the water table was already shallow. After they had battered the ground into such a deep collapse, groundwater came gushing out with a roar. Before long, the area had become a vast lake.
Their clash had lasted only a quarter of an hour, but both had fought themselves into a genuine fury. It had been a life-or-death battle, and the drain on their strength was immense. When they finally paused to catch their breath, Grenan's left arm had been broken and a large section of his ribs had caved in—but Lin Qi had also been beaten black and blue, with several of his meridians severed by Grenan's fiery battle qi.
Osmanthus Tree was nervously repairing Lin Qi's meridians at full speed, but Grenan did not enjoy such treatment. He barely dragged along his badly injured arm as he fixed Lin Qi with a vicious glare. "Boy, there's something strange about your body. There has to be. Even a Titan would have been smashed to pieces by me—so why aren't you dead?"
Lin Qi spat heavily, the phlegm reeking of blood. He merely shook his