Tong Jiuyang's pupils abruptly contracted. Wan Qingteng's transformation naturally could not escape his divine sense, and he was utterly astonished. But he had no time to think it through now. Had Wan Qingteng really used some forbidden art to forcibly suppress his injuries, or was he putting on a show to deceive him?
His only choice was to kill. Whether Wan Qingteng had the strength to fight back or not, he had to kill him.
"You're no match for me!" Tong Jiuyang roared, charging forward to meet him.
But Wan Qingteng laughed loudly. "What a joke! That depends on who can hold out longer!"
With that, Wan Qingteng clashed with Tong Jiuyang again. This time was no exception: after exchanging several moves, both were driven back once more.
But Wan Qingteng retreated five steps, while Tong Jiuyang retreated three. Wan Qingteng's complexion was even worse than Tong Jiuyang's, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
This time, Tong Jiuyang's face paled, and his chest tightened. He knew his own injuries were far from light, but with every exchange, Wan Qingteng was clearly suffering somewhat heavier injuries than he was.
"Hold out longer? Then I'd very much like to see just how long you can last!" Although Tong Jiuyang was not in very good condition himself, Wan Qingteng looked even worse.
If this really continued, he could definitely inflict severe injuries on Wan Qingteng, or even kill him.
But just as he finished speaking, Wan Qingteng gave a low cry. His figure moved, sweeping toward him with a fierce aura.
He was so fast that even Tong Jiuyang could barely react.
There was a bang. Tong Jiuyang could only put up a hasty defense, and his body was blasted away.
Although Tong Jiuyang was blasted away, he barely managed to