Feng Wu did not stop, nor did he dare to.
The light radiating from that ring was called Slow Time. Any enemy within its radius would have their thoughts slowed, as though time itself had come to a standstill.
If not for this ring, Ou Zhizi's mirror image might not have chosen to take that blow head-on. It might have used its speed advantage to evade instead.
Whether in strength, speed, physique, or all manner of other overall abilities, Ou Zhizi utterly outclassed Feng Wu. Without external aids, Feng Wu might have been punched to death by Ou Zhizi in a single blow.
Thus, the ring's Slow Time was extremely important. It was the key to victory.
Next, Feng Wu mercilessly beat Ou Zhizi's fallen mirror image. The ten rings continuously emitted light, while the energy rings on his spiked club shifted one after another. After a round of attacks, Ou Zhizi's head was no longer recognizable as human.
"That's too brutal, too cruel..." A spectator could not help sighing at the bloody scene.
Granny Gu said with relish, "Though it's only a mirror image, well done. That young man is surely destined for a promising future."
"Hiss, terrifying indeed." A spectator could not help sucking in a breath of cold air. It was unclear whether they meant Feng Wu's methods of beating Ou Zhizi's mirror image or Granny Gu's attitude.
But it was not over yet. Feng Wu took out a bottle of poison from his pouch and poured it directly over Ou Zhizi. Ou Zhizi's body immediately turned purple, after which Feng Wu set it on fire.
The flames burned for nearly ten minutes before Ou Zhizi gradually began to show a hint of abnormality.
"How should the corpse of someone who cultivates fire-element techniques be dealt with?"