"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Zhang... can you even hit me?" Xiao Hua's voice rang out behind Zhang Zhihao. But when Zhang Zhihao sent his fire net toward the sound, Xiao Hua's voice swiftly shifted to Zhang Zhihao's other side, faster than Zhang Zhihao had expected.
"So fast?" Zhang Zhihao was greatly alarmed. His thoughts raced, and wherever his mana went, the fire net followed Xiao Hua's voice... Yet just as the fire net spread open, a black shadow shot toward Zhang Zhihao from the side, swift as an arrow. Zhang Zhihao's heart lurched. Forgetting the fire net, he activated a Flight Talisman to dodge, but that immense force came crashing down like a mountain again. This time, Zhang Zhihao saw clearly where that force came from... It was actually Xiao Hua's fist!!!
He finally understood why Xiao Hua had flown straight at him from the very beginning, rather than competing with talismans like other cultivators!
With another muffled smack, Xiao Hua's fist struck Zhang Zhihao squarely beneath the arm. Though the Iron Cloth Talisman blocked most of the force, the remaining power transmitted into Zhang Zhihao's body, sending his qi and blood roiling and throwing all the mana in his body into disorder. More importantly, the glow of the Iron Cloth Talisman began flickering again, on the verge of collapsing!
What level of body cultivator is this bastard? He actually hid himself so deeply! Zhang Zhihao only had time to be secretly shocked. Before he could voice it, his hands moved as before. One hand took out an Iron Cloth Talisman, while the other released another Fireball Talisman. This time, however, the Fireball Talisman did not fly far away. It merely swayed around his body, only shooting out when Xiao Hua attacked.
Though Xiao Hua flew quickly, he was not faster