The Aomeijia Alliance's New Medicine

Zhang Xuezhou had used the Kunpeng Combat Technique to counter quite a few people in the past.

Like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, he had steamrolled his way through the Sequencing Grand Gathering. Even Luo Gaogao had been left pale and suffering from a splitting headache by his combat technique.

But when Zhang Xuezhou himself was subjected to an intimidation-type combat technique, he found the effects of its mental destructive power unbearable.

Of course, that was better than having someone slash him across the head with a blade.

Zhang Xuezhou felt like a lump of stubborn iron being hammered nonstop, fifty blows from a sledgehammer, twenty from a small hammer.

"I swear, I promise, I only struck him with the Dragon Might Combat Technique for one second. That kind of impact is devastating to low-tier Sequence Holders, but it's not enough to damage the consciousness source in the brain region. Besides, he not only shot me, he also stuck a needle in me. Look at this steel needle they took out of my body. It nearly killed me!"

"Hmph, one steel needle? I had eight!"

Snatches of voices reached Zhang Xuezhou now and then, and he felt his head clear a little.

He bent his body slightly, and as his Gene Power circulated, he immediately unleashed the Kunpeng Combat Technique that Ren Yisheng had modified to suit an egret.

A bright full moon drifted across his mind, and the feeling of fifty blows from a sledgehammer and twenty from a small hammer quickly faded.

Everything before his eyes was red, but his vision quickly cleared.

The arguing continued in his ears. Zhang Xuezhou glanced through narrowed eyes, then quickly squeezed them shut again.

"He only took part in the Sequencing Grand Gathering the year before last, and this