"Stop... don't... stop..."
Xuan Zi, whose face had been beaten into the shape of a chicken drumstick, was steeped in misery.
They were both Level 98 Super Douluos.
Their martial souls were roughly equal in quality, too.
So why was he no match at all for that old poison fiend?
Hearing Xuan Zi's words, Du Busi paused, then laughed. "Don't stop? Fine! You said it yourself. Today, I'll see just how thick that old hide of yours is!"
"Hah!!!"
Du Busi let out an explosive roar!
Terrifying dark-green soul light erupted from his entire body!
His originally short, small frame returned to the normal proportions of an adult.
After knocking Xuan Zi out of the sky with an elbow strike,
he raised his right hand and gathered his soul power.
A purple orb of light appeared in his palm.
"Spatial Compression?!"
"You old monster, you're getting serious!"
Panic flickered across Xuan Zi's face.
Having crossed paths with Du Busi many times, he clearly knew how formidable this move was.
"Hmph! Did you think I was playing house with you?"
"Take this!"
Du Busi snorted and brought both hands together.
In an instant,
the space around Xuan Zi began to distort.
Countless streams of dark-green energy appeared around him, their terrifying power tearing fissures through the surrounding space.
The terrifying spatial rifts tore madly at Xuan Zi's body.
"Damn it!"
"You forced my hand!"
Xuan Zi radiated brilliant yellow light, which formed a barrier that sealed every rift.
A trace of surprise appeared in Du Busi's eyes. "Heaven Mending. You old drumstick, you do have a little skill. But compared to me, you're still a step behind."
"Du Busi, don't go too far!"
Xuan Zi spoke sharply.
At the same time, he thought to himself.
*All I wanted was to bring