After throwing aside his twin swords and casting Swift Movement Technique on himself, Zhang Tie's speed reached the absolute limit. It seemed he could reach Moge City in the blink of an eye. Yet Zhang Tie, who had fought a Level 14 Battle Demon countless times, understood that when the disparity in strength reached a certain point, that blink of an eye divided countless possibilities from impossibilities, countless victories from defeats, countless lives from deaths. There was absolutely no room for luck.
Thus, that mere few dozen meters could sometimes be as insurmountable as a heavenly chasm. Without pouring out every ounce of strength and resolve, there was simply no way across.
Just as Zhang Tie charged thirty meters forward, the hairs on his back stood on end. Then, while still running, he completed a maneuver that even most masters of his level would find difficult: while his body continued rushing forward, he spun around and began sprinting backward without losing speed, facing the attack head-on.
A mass of powerful battle qi came hurtling toward him—an attack from a Level 14 Battle Demon. Scala's face was somewhat twisted as he pursued him like a shadow. The moment Zhang Tie saw Scala's expression, he knew that this man would never let him leave alive.
While running backward, Zhang Tie let out a roar and threw a punch, smashing his Iron-Blood Divine Fist directly into that mass of battle qi. A mouthful of blood burst from Zhang Tie's lips, but he did not fall. Instead, it sent him retreating even faster.
Several demonized puppets rushed forward to intercept him, baring their fangs and claws. Zhang Tie did not even look at them, instead slamming his shoulder and back fiercely into their bodies, shattering them into pieces.
At Zhang Tie's current stage, Iron-Blood