"Come on, take another punch from me, if you win, then I lose."
Li Suisui's lips twitched.
What the fuck is this nonsense.
He didn't pay much attention, the two had been fighting up to now, countering each other's moves back and forth, and now it could almost only be considered the start of the second round.
Having already gotten a rough idea of Xue Jing's strength, he didn't pay too much attention to the upcoming punch, thinking it was just one of the countless ordinary attacks he would face in the ongoing fierce battle.
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
Xue Jing, who had dashed close by, burst forth with an aura that shot up into the sky like a pillar of blood, piercing through the lead-grey sky and tearing a huge hole in the metallic iron mist clouds above.
His entire being surged with momentum, emanating a sense of irreversible courage and imposing spirit.