Jietisikoki lay amid the shattered crevices deep underground, scarcely able to believe what he had just experienced.
Ye Chen's movements, Ye Chen's expression, Ye Chen's fist.
Jietisikoki had seen none of them clearly.
Clearly, compared to their last exchange, Ye Chen had become even faster.
Then, accompanied by a sharp crackling sound, a huge chunk of blood armor suddenly fell away before Jietisikoki's eyes.
It was the faceplate of the "Blood Weak Armor" being smashed open.
This made Jietisikoki find the situation even harder to believe.
Thinking back to the first time he had clashed head-on with Ye Chen, Ye Chen had needed to strike his helmet thousands upon thousands of times just to leave relatively visible cracks on its surface.
Yet now, with a single punch from the current Ye Chen, Jietisikoki—who had only just returned at full health—had half the faceplate of his "Blood Weak Armor" blown apart.
The difference between then and now was as vast as a chasm between heaven and earth.
This showed that it was not only his speed; even in terms of strength, the Bloodsmith Hunter had undergone a qualitative leap.
(What exactly is going on?)
As he crawled out from the crack in the rock, the Butcher Hunter pondered in astonishment.
(Why has this guy's frontal combat power become even more monstrous while he's in such a negative state—his whole body on fire, suffering the agony of scorching flames every second?)
(Is it because he has grown increasingly proficient in using the power of the Abyss?)
(Or has his Labyrinth Relic given him an enormous boost?)
Jietisikoki looked at the shattered, scorched gap in his faceplate, then raised a hand with a dark expression and bled himself, filling in and restoring his helmet until it was good as new.
*(In any case,