But he quickly flipped himself upright. The Mystic Yellow Art within him circulated at high speed, and the wounds still bleeding across his body rapidly healed under the flow of Mystic Yellow Light, visibly closing and scabbing over in just a few breaths.
Zhao Wuji rose to his feet, rolled his shoulders, and looked up at Qin Yan, his eyes full of gravity.
His Base Blood Qi had already reached 1.5 million Cal—among Martial Artists at Peak Sixth Grade, that figure was unquestionably outstanding.
With the 3.1-fold enhancement of his Spirit Weapon—the Mystic Yellow Gauntlets—and the fourfold enhancement of First-Rank Fist Intent, for a total enhancement of 7.1 times, his Blood Qi burst had reached 10.65 million Cal!
10.65 million Cal!
That number was enough for him to look down on all his peers.
Yet, even with such an immense Blood Qi burst, he had just been completely suppressed by Qin Yan, unable to fight back at all!
From the moment he was sent flying, to Qin Yan's storm-like barrage of attacks, to being knocked away by a single sweep of the spear—not once throughout the entire exchange had he managed an effective counterattack.
He had been entirely on the defensive, utterly suppressed.
Zhao Wuji calculated quickly in his mind.
Qin Yan's burst of strength just now had been nearly 12 million Cal!
12 million Cal—1.35 million Cal higher than his.
A gap of 1.35 million Cal was enough to create an overwhelming advantage in battle.
"How high is his Base Blood Qi?"
Zhao Wuji was deeply shocked.
This Qin Yan was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
"Zhao Wuji, if this is all the strength you have, you may as well surrender."
Qin Yan stood with his spear in hand, its tip angled toward the ground. His expression