"Zhao Wuji?"
"It really is him!"
Hu Liena and Zhang Ping's hearts jolted. Su Chen was in trouble this time!
Zhang Ping said gravely, "What do we do? It really is Zhao Wuji!"
Hu Liena scanned their surroundings. Unfortunately, her abilities were not enough to tell whether Ghost Douluo was nearby. Her delicate hands clenched lightly. To be honest, even if she and Su Chen used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, she had little confidence that they could defeat Zhao Wuji.
"Show your Martial Soul. I'm about to begin!" Zhao Wuji said, rubbing his hands eagerly.
"Since you aren't using your Martial Soul, I won't use mine either. Let's have a fair fight!" Su Chen took his stance with a smile.
It was not that Su Chen was conceited. With only two Soul Rings at present, he was no match for Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint above level seventy, even if he used his Martial Soul. In that case, why bother?
"Arrogant brat. You'll pay for that arrogance," Zhao Wuji sneered. Before he even finished speaking, he was already charging toward Su Chen.
Zhao Wuji had not used his Martial Soul, but he had already drawn on his Soul Power. Su Chen keenly sensed currents of air flowing around Zhao Wuji's footsteps. In his present state, Zhao Wuji could probably hold his own even against a Soul Saint.
This was clearly an unfair fight!
Zhao Wuji swung his arm, sending his fist smashing toward Su Chen. Quick of eye and hand, Su Chen stamped down hard and sprang into the air, landing on the trunk of a large tree behind him.
"Hmph!"
His first strike having missed, Zhao Wuji gave a muffled snort. Then he punched the tree.
With a bang, the great tree snapped.
"How is he so strong