One-on-One, No Rest Until Death

Rumble!

Shuntian had already lost count of how many times he had knocked that damned Fatty Hai down. A hundred times? Two hundred?

Every time he blasted him to the ground, this battered Fatty Hai would soon climb back up, swaying unsteadily to his feet. Transformed into an ugly monster, he was covered in wounds and blood, yet those crimson eyes still radiated an endless fighting spirit that chilled the heart. Even after Shuntian had knocked him down a hundred, two hundred times, he could not crush his will through force.

"If you think you can fight me merely by relying on a strong, brutish body, then you are mistaken." Shuntian laughed in fury. The gap in strength was not something turning into a monster could make up for.

And how could Shuntian's superiority over Fatty Hai be limited to strength alone?

Combat skills, experience, level, realm, treasures, battle beasts—what did he not surpass Fatty Hai in?

If Fatty Hai survived today, Shuntian felt he might as well retire and live out his old age. With such overwhelming advantages, if he still could not defeat a worthless Fatty Hai, how could he speak of contending against that freak Yue Yang? In order to reclaim his position among the strong and regain the advantage of an elder, Shuntian had joined this battle only after careful consideration. In truth, whether the Ancient Demon King won or Yue Yang won meant little to him, because the power to decide the Heaven-Piercing Tower's future no longer lay in his hands.

But as a super Innate powerhouse, Shuntian was unwilling to let so many juniors surpass him so easily.

He wanted to use this chance to prove himself.

"Hippopotamus Meteor Fist!" Fatty Hai's answer was always the same.

He could only use the combat skill