"No wonder they called him Liu Madman. This fellow had gone completely insane."
As Shen Que watched the figure charging wildly toward him, a flicker of emotion finally crossed his blood-red eyes.
He had faced many opponents: strong ones, weak ones, cunning ones, and reckless ones.
But he had never encountered a madman like this.
A madman willing to tear himself apart piece by piece for the sake of battle.
A madman who used self-mutilation as a means of attack.
A madman who recklessly tested the boundary between life and death and savored pain as pleasure.
"Whew..."
He drew a deep breath and pressed his palms together. The blood-colored phantom behind him suddenly contracted, becoming a layer of dark red armor that covered his twenty-foot-tall body.
The armor was densely covered in blood-colored runes, each burning furiously and radiating searing light.
"Bloodline True Form · Shen Que Possession."
He stamped his right foot down and shot toward Liu Madman like a dark red meteor.
He threw a punch with his right hand, concentrating the entire might of his Bloodline True Form into his fist. Its dark red radiance scorched the air into a blistering distortion.
"Shen Que Fist."
Liu Madman swung his golden intestinal whip to meet the punch, winding it around Shen Que's fist.
A dense series of explosive cracks rang out as the golden whip collided with the dark red fist.
The intestinal whip wound around Shen Que's fist three times. Each coil tightened, contracted, and exerted force, attempting to crush that fist.
But Shen Que's punch was too ferocious. The dark red bloodline power formed an impenetrable layer of armor over his fist.
Rather than crushing his fist, the golden intestinal whip was burned apart inch by inch by the blood-colored runes on that dark red armor.