Faced with Tang Hao's murderous threat, Dugu Bo showed no fear. Instead, a trace of disdain crossed his face.
He had already sensed it. Tang Hao's pressure was overwhelming, bearing down like a mountain, but beneath that immense force lay a weakness he could not quite conceal.
Dugu Bo could clearly feel Tang Hao's blood and vital energy circulating sluggishly. His Soul Power met obvious resistance as it passed through the meridians of his left arm and right leg, while a knot of stagnant energy lingered in his chest.
Every symptom pointed to severe internal injuries, and ones he had carried for years.
More importantly, the Soul Power Dugu Bo sensed from Tang Hao was roughly equal to his own.
They were both level ninety-five Super Douluos. One had hidden ailments and depleted vitality; the other had abundant Soul Power and was in peak condition. Who held the advantage was obvious.
"Tang Hao," Dugu Bo snorted. Emerald-green Soul Power surged around him, and his nine Soul Rings spun faster. "We're both level ninety-five. Why would I fear you? If you've got the guts, come at me!"
A fierce glint flashed through Tang Hao's clouded eyes. He tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer, and blood-red lightning erupted from its head. An even more violent aura burst from him.
Cracks spread visibly across the walls of the houses lining the street, and fragments of stone pattered down.
"If you want to die, I'll oblige!" Tang Hao's voice rolled down the silent street like muffled thunder. He stepped forward and slammed the Clear Sky Hammer against the ground. The flagstone road exploded, sending shards flying.
Yet Tang Hao did not attack immediately. He drew a deep breath, forced down the battle lust surging in his chest, and said coldly, "Old Poison,