Lu Hao watched Mu Ming charge at him in a fusion of essence and blood. He slashed out, sending a hundred-meter crimson blade aura hurtling toward his opponent.
Mu Ming answered with a punch, instantly shattering Lu Hao's blade aura before throwing another punch straight at him.
Lu Hao was not surprised. His explosive burst of vitality was certainly far inferior to someone in the fusion of essence and blood realm.
But his advantage was his mental power. Lu Hao waited for an opening—an opportunity to strike.
Facing Mu Ming's incoming fist, Lu Hao raised his blade and met it head-on. It was a pure clash of erupting vitality. Bang!
Lu Hao was instantly blasted into the ground, but he did not suffer any serious injuries. He was no longer who he had been before; his entire body had been tempered.
Mu Ming's attack had only given him a few superficial wounds. Still, this Mu Ming was much stronger than the long-haired man he had dealt with before.
And yet, it had taken three of them working together against Big Lion just to gain the upper hand. Big Lion really was formidable. No wonder he was almost always the core of the team whenever Lu Hao saw him.
Lu Hao stomped off the ground and launched himself back up, continuing his assault on Mu Ming. He needed to find an opportunity to kill him in one blow. At worst, he could just drag things out.
After all, he definitely was not the one in a hurry. Big Lion's side had already gone all out. If Mu Ming could not take him down soon, Big Lion's side would likely break the deadlock—or someone else might.
Seeing that his full-force move had failed to seriously injure Lu Hao, Mu Ming grew even