Bang! Bang! Bang...
For a time, the two men's fists clashed without pause, dull impacts echoing through the mine tunnel.
One punch, two punches—in a brutal battle of fist against flesh, Su Shi'er vomited blood again and again.
It quickly soaked his body red, making his entire figure look like a frail willow bending in the wind, ready to collapse at any moment.
The bloody sight made all the cultivators present suck in cold breaths, their eyelids twitching wildly.
Su Shi'er's body swayed unsteadily. Everyone thought he would soon be unable to hold on, yet he stubbornly refused to fall.
His teeth clenched tight, and he never dodged or retreated. ????
When his right arm was crippled, he met the attacks with his left.
His ever-burning fighting spirit gradually made the cultivators present narrow their eyes, a trace of respect appearing in them.
"Damn, this kid's fighting spirit is terrifying. He can actually trade blows with Man Li for so long?"
"What is he still holding on for? Man Li is from the Barbarian Tribe, born with an incredibly powerful physical body. On top of that, he formed his Nascent Soul through body-tempering cultivation. Even with his cultivation sealed, his physical strength is still comparable to that of an Out of Body stage cultivator."
"No matter what he is holding on for, that alone makes him a worthy opponent. No wonder Man Li refused to let us interfere. In these Hundred Thousand Mines, there are few people who can let Man Li fight to his heart's content like this!"
The burly men gathered along both sides of the tunnel, unable to stop themselves from whispering among one another.
Beside Su Shi'er, Ren Ze leaned against the wall. His gaze rested on Su Shi'er, and without realizing it, his eyes