They thought far too highly of me!
Facing Scarface's laughter, Qin Shaofeng felt rather helpless.
In truth, merely fending off Scarface's attacks was already a tremendous strain on Qin Shaofeng.
That was right—he could ignore the Forbidden Martial Power of the Forbidden Martial Forest and unleash one hundred percent of his blood and vitality here.
But the problem was that even one hundred percent of his blood and vitality was only that of a First-tier Lesser Star Position martial artist!
And what about his opponent?
A Greater Star Position martial artist, and a ninth-tier Greater Star Position one at that!
Thirty percent of a ninth-tier Greater Star Position martial artist's blood and vitality surpassed Qin Shaofeng's by who knew how many times.
That was what had led Scarface to misunderstand the situation.
Though it was a misunderstanding, exposure was still exposure. Things would become troublesome from here on.
Sure enough, Scarface flashed forward in the next instant and appeared directly before Qin Shaofeng.
"Fierce Tiger Fist!"
With a furious roar, Scarface launched a tiger-like phantom. This was also a technique produced by releasing one's blood and vitality outward.
However, this sort of technique was better suited for close-range combat.
"Roar!"
The moment the tiger phantom appeared, it lunged like a flying tiger pouncing on its prey, carrying a sharp and savage aura.
Damn it!
Qin Shaofeng gritted his teeth and gathered all his blood and vitality, coating his body in a faint layer of crimson energy.
But it was utterly useless. Before the tiger's ferocious assault, that thin defense of blood and vitality was like a fragile glass cover, torn apart by the tiger in an instant.
Then Qin Shaofeng himself was blasted flying by the tiger phantom.
Boom!
Bang! Bang!
He flew backward at high speed, crashing through two