The man in black had clearly killed many people. Compared with most disciples, he made the same moves with greater force, more murderous intent, and an even more imposing presence.
A wide step and chopping strike, a horizontal elbow aimed at the waist and ribs, a rising strike followed by a rushing punch, a series of rapid hammering counterattacks, a rising strike and downward punch...
Another flurry of exchanges so fast they left afterimages. The man in black offered heartfelt praise, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Your blood and qi are denser than most people's. I picked the right opponent."
Cui Hao was no pushover, naturally, and shot back, "If you keep holding your realm down, you can't beat me."
"You're right..." As he spoke, the man in black's blood and qi grew denser, and his realm climbed higher. He had abandoned the fair fight.
That only made Cui Hao find it more amusing. "If you were an honorable man, I might even respect you. But if you want to use your realm to crush me, don't blame me for being rude."
"Hmm..." The man in black frowned. "What do you mean?"
"What do you think?" Cui Hao's face was full of mockery. "...Zhao Wuwang!"
At the sound of his name, Zhao Wuwang's expression changed drastically!
Then Zhao Wuwang saw Sun Cheng emerge from the village, one step at a time, his blood and qi rapidly boiling. Sun Cheng was lean and dark, and usually seemed honest and unassuming.
Zhao Wuwang's pupils contracted. He turned and ran, only to run straight into Xu Dian.
"Hahaha!" Cui Hao rarely laughed out loud unless he couldn't help himself. "You're finished!"
Overcome with terror, Zhao Wuwang darted his eyes from side to side, desperately searching for a way out.
A lion