My chances of winning are zero.
Jiang Yue made the assessment with absolute calm.
Even with the energy he had stored up frantically repairing his body, that faint lifeline could not bridge the vast gulf between his strength and the Skin Tempering Realm in so short a time.
He could not win.
But he stood up anyway.
It was not wounded pride, nor was it some mindless urge to fight beyond his limits.
When he had taken Zhan Feng's punch head-on, Jiang Yue had felt exactly how that terrifying force tore through his body!
His bone-deep hunger to reach the Physical Limit, the madness hidden beneath his calm exterior, had been set ablaze!
Jiang Yue fixed his eyes on Zhan Feng, a chilling fervor blazing in them.
"Got your estimate wrong?"
The way Jiang Yue looked at him, as though he were prey, enraged Zhan Feng. He muttered under his breath, his astonishment turning into an even colder, more savage urge to kill.
"Then I'll crush you again. Let's see how many punches those bones of yours can take!"
Boom!
The terrifying Blood Energy of Zhan Feng's Skin Tempering Realm surged like an erupting volcano. The Alloy floor beneath his feet groaned again.
Like a heavy war machine gone out of control, he charged at Jiang Yue once more, a suffocating gale sweeping ahead of him!
Jiang Yue did not retreat a single step from that devastating charge.
Dragging his badly injured body forward, he forced his barely responsive hips to turn. The steps of his Roaming Dragon Stance had grown sluggish, but he gritted his teeth and closed in, gathering the last trace of Blood Energy in his body into his right hand. With fierce resolve, he struck with Inch Power!
A moth flying into the flame.
Crack!
Before