Yan Long's face turned cold at the sight, killing intent flashing through his eyes.
"Courting death!"
As he spoke, spiritual pressure even stronger than a captain's erupted with a boom, and he vanished from where he stood.
Bang!
With an explosive crash, Wu Biao and Yan Long appeared at the same time. A flicker of surprise surfaced in Yan Long's eyes.
As had been said before, strength was different from spiritual pressure. Its intensity could not be judged by feeling alone.
Only when one truly faced Wu Biao could one understand just how terrifying that strength was.
"Not enough, still not enough!!!" Wu Biao shouted, his face full of fighting spirit.
Yan Long's pupils contracted. The force transmitted through his blade grew increasingly terrifying, but what shocked him even more was that the wounds on Wu Biao's body, which had been weeping blood moments ago, had somehow all healed. Not even a trace of a scar remained.
If not for the bloodstains on the white coat, he would have suspected that what had just happened was merely an illusion!
But Wu Biao gave him no chance to figure it out. His free left hand clenched into a fist and smashed toward him.
Yan Long's expression hardened. Then his spiritual pressure flickered, and countless paste-like substances suddenly extended from the blade blocking Wu Biao's right fist. A closer look would reveal that they were formed from one Plus after another!
The paste-like mass wedged itself between Wu Biao and Yan Long before solidifying into a shield. Though it looked like liquid, the hardened shield actually managed to block Wu Biao's strike head-on!
Bang!
A belated, heavy muffled boom rang out, followed by cracks spreading across the shield's surface!
Yan Long's expression changed slightly, and he immediately used Shunpo to vanish. The