Even if the opponent's fist technique immortal art could continuously accumulate power, it was still within his capacity to endure.
Gu Ning could tell at a glance that this fist technique placed extremely high demands on its user and could even cause great harm to them.
After four punches, Ye Tian's skin had already split open, blood faintly seeping out.
How long could he endure such injuries? Even at the great circle late Heavenly Venerate realm, Ye Tian could not possibly throw many more punches.
Since victory was already in his grasp, Gu Ning was happy to wait for Ye Tian to play himself to death.
Yet he soon discovered in astonishment that although Ye Tian's injuries kept worsening, he was like a war god who simply would not fall!
The more severe Ye Tian's injuries became, the better his spirits grew, and his combat strength became increasingly fierce. On top of that, he seemed to possess endless stamina.
"Even if this brat is made of iron, he should have collapsed from exhaustion by now. Why can he still keep punching?"
Gu Man stared in shock at Ye Tian, who was nearly a man of blood.
What kind of cultivation technique did this brat practice? How could his stamina and sinews be so monstrously powerful? Had he eaten some heavenly treasure?
"Not good. This punch force has reached the limit of what I can endure." Startled, Gu Ning was knocked to the ground in an instant.
Yet the moment he fell, there was no panic on his face. Instead, a strange smile appeared.
Then lines of sinister black runes bloomed across his body, and a terrifying demonic aura spread through the surroundings.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ye Tian threw ten punches in succession.
The backlash of the Tribulation