Tao Pai Pai glared at his right arm.
The arm that had once been packed with knotted muscle now had veins beneath its skin turned an eerie purplish-black, bulging one after another as something rampaged inside.
That was not his own qi.
It was a completely unfamiliar, violent energy.
When they had exchanged fists just now, had that brat used some technique to inject this power into his body?
Tao Pai Pai clenched his molars, blood seeping from his gums as he tried to suppress the power with all his strength.
But how could he possibly decipher a technique he had seen for the first time?
What was more, this punch was Sea Tiger's signature technique from another world—the Sea Tiger Blast Punch!
"Uwaah—!"
The next moment, Tao Pai Pai's scream tore through the forest canopy.
A flock of unknown black birds took flight in fright.
That arm swelled to its limit, then exploded in an instant.
Flesh and shattered bones sprayed outward in all directions. Several jagged bone fragments with bits of meat still attached embedded themselves in nearby trunks, their ends trembling faintly.
Tao Pai Pai clutched his mutilated shoulder and staggered back five or six steps.
It hurt too much.
Even when he had trained beneath mountain waterfalls in his youth and had his ribs broken by hundreds of tons of water pressure, it had never hurt this badly.
He stared fixedly at Zhang Qi across from him.
That brat was not doing well either.
After that head-on clash, Zhang Qi's right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle as well.
Tao Pai Pai assessed the situation.
They were both seriously injured.
He had lost an arm, and the other man's right hand was crippled too.
But in terms of absolute strength, he, the world's greatest assassin,