Fang Huo was slightly embarrassed. He was regarded as one of the strongest among the younger generation in Qingzhou, so his defeat by Qin Huai, who he had challenged, was a real blow to his pride.
"You're too kind, Brother Fang. I'm nearly spent," Qin Huai cupped his hands and bowed.
For the first time, he truly felt his physical limits. Having developed two full patterns, his body was stronger than ever before. He was well adapted to the dragon king qi, blood, and muscle fusion.
Along with the blood heart technique's powerful healing, Qin Huai figured he could keep this up for a few more days. After all, the blood heart technique, a foundation of the Sacred Heart sect, had the miraculous ability to repair flesh and blood. It was far superior to the healing methods of Lion Spirit Mountain.
Fang Huo nodded. 'Nearly spent, huh? Who are you trying to fool?' He eyed Qin Huai's lively complexion, clearly seeing that he was still full of energy.