If they were speaking purely of physical strength and endurance, Ye Chen of the past naturally could not have compared to Ding Moluo, an old monster who had lived for a century.
But the past was the past, and the present was the present.
Even before this, Ye Chen had already fought three top-tier Clowns in desperate battles one after another. One of those Clowns had even hard-countered his Blood Spirit Art, making him suffer no small amount.
And yet, not only did Ye Chen feel no trace of fatigue now, he instead sensed his energy growing more and more abundant.
So abundant that even he himself had begun to feel tense and uneasy.
At this very moment, Ye Chen's physical condition was strange.
Stranger than at any other point in his life.
Somehow, Ye Chen felt as though he possessed inexhaustible strength. Even if he drained all his stamina in one burst now, it would not be long before his body silently restored itself to full condition.
And all of this was naturally inseparable from the strange mutation that had occurred within his body and mind earlier.
Although the bizarre little boy who had seized control of Ye Chen's body seemed to have been killed by Ye Chen within his mental world, Ye Chen's physical body in reality was still constantly changing in a bizarre direction.
Ye Chen understood what this meant.
For his life, it was like madness before destruction.
Yet this bizarre madness had now become the Bloodsmith Hunter's most unreasonable weapon.
The current Ye Chen did not fear exhaustion at all.
The current Ye Chen had absolute confidence in his endurance.
Just as Ding Moluo had said, the current Ye Chen truly could tirelessly keep competing and circling around Ding Moluo like this until one side's