"I never imagined these people could reach this level with the help of drugs."
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Lian Youming fell silent.
Though relying on such unorthodox methods put them on an inferior path, their momentary bursts of power allowed even Grand Boxers to contend with ordinary Foresight Martial Artists. They really were troublesome.
If a supreme expert at foresight perfection relied on these things as well, who could stop them?
As for Tang Tian, in barely a dozen seconds, his nearly two-meter frame had shrunk to the size of a monkey. His vital essence dispersed from his entire body, almost exactly like the Mountain-Guarding Old Man dying as his cultivation dissipated all those years ago.
"Fool. Your sect forbade you from competing with your senior brother for its resources. Wasn't that also to protect you?"
He murmured this to himself, then shifted his gaze and turned toward the last survivor aboard the boat.
The short man with thick, stubby limbs.
This man had taken one of his Striking Force Across the Air attacks head-on. Both his arms were broken, and he was gravely wounded. With the drugs' side effects also setting in, he now sat slumped in a pool of blood, looking calmly at Lian Youming.
With a faint, ambiguous smile, Lian Youming said, "Why aren't you running? I thought you'd jump into the river!"
The short man's face was pale. His lips moved as he said in a rather stiff accent, "I thought he would win!"
"You're certainly honest." Lian Youming grinned, narrowing his tiger-like eyes. "Are you Japanese?"
"I'm Ryukyuan! A direct-line disciple of Naha-te!" The short man's gaze sharpened, his voice suddenly rising.
Then he looked sorrowfully toward the remains of a dismembered corpse.
"He was a Thai person."
Lian Youming nodded, then