Making a Clean Getaway

The cauldron-sized fist loomed larger and larger in Fan Ji's eyes, yet he showed no fear. "You insignificant fool, you dare trade fists with me? Have you learned nothing from before?!"

With a long howl, he condensed his essence energy and thrust both palms forward.

The single-story buildings beneath them exploded apart, rubble spraying in every direction.

"Such strength?" Fan Ji's heart jolted. The essence energy he had barely gathered scattered, and he could no longer remain airborne as he fell toward the ground.

He saw the flesh on Chen Xu's arms explode, exposing stark white bones. Using the force that sent him flying, Chen Xu spun and smashed into a two-story building, then swiftly darted out the other side, widening the distance between them again.

Just as he was about to leap after him, the Armed Envoys had already caught up from behind.

"You damned little thief, don't let me catch you again!" His voice rolled like thunder, filled with boundless rage and resentment. Yet he knew he could not catch up for the time being, so he vented all his fury on the Armed Envoys pursuing him.

Hearing the threat from such a powerful opponent, Chen Xu's expression tightened slightly. His gaze swept over his blood-covered body. His arms were slowly healing; he had traded worsened injuries for the chance to retreat.

Recalling the hospital's location from his earlier search, Chen Xu did not linger and headed straight for it.

There, he could always find medicine to speed up his recovery. He had originally planned to wait for his injuries to heal gradually while opening a few more Essence Apertures, but he could not afford to wait any longer.

If that powerful man recovered part of his strength faster than Chen Xu did and came looking for him