Facing Ye Wuxia's sneak attack, Xu Feng calmly took half a step back to open the distance, then slapped the side of his opponent's arm with his left hand, knocking aside the line of attack.
But Ye Wuxia's hand moved like a spirit snake, twisting in an eerie change of direction through the air—straight into Xu Feng's trap.
Though he had many tricks in reserve, Xu Feng saw Ye Wuxia's bloodshot eyes and guessed that something had likely taken control of him. It was best to hold back forty percent of his strength now; he could not go all out.
So he flicked his left hand, his nails sweeping across the other man's eyes. As Ye Wuxia cried out in pain and covered them, Xu Feng stepped forward and drove a knee into his liver.
The blow sent Ye Wuxia's body bouncing three inches off the ground, and the pain made him vomit instantly.
Their Spiritual Roots were both resisting the miasma now. Attacks that would normally have been nothing had become deadly killing moves.
Having taken the full brunt of the damage, Ye Wuxia convulsed and collapsed. A shocking amount of red-and-yellow fluid poured from his mouth. Before long, tiny red chunks emerged as well. Each one could run and jump the instant it hit the ground, snarling as it crawled toward Xu Feng.
They looked exactly like the Flesh Mystic Objects in the air. Their excessive resemblance made Xu Feng's heart skip, and then he felt his own stomach begin to ache.
Lying prone on the ground, Xu Feng felt his stomach churning. Looking down, he could even see something squirming inside it through his clothes, as if it could burst out at any moment.
"When did this happen... Could merely seeing it cause contamination?"
He suddenly coughed