บท 115: Face-off Commencement

When little fatty left Su Zimo's cave abode, he was still filled with doubts. In a daze, he had not snapped out of what happened earlier.

There were no lack of amazing body tempering techniques in the cultivation world. However, he had never heard of one which the user could catch weapons barehanded.

And… he wasn't injured at all!

Even demons who were known for their powerful bodies might not dare to do such a thing?

Suddenly, little fatty recalled the scene of them entering the sect.

Su Zimo was carrying him while dealing with a spirit demon on the walls of the peak - that wasn't something that could be done with just body tempering.

Frowning, little fatty remembered the moment when his gigantic axe met with Su Zimo's palm. Other than the dull thud, there were some other strange noises.

It was as though something sharp had scratched on his weapon, making a crisp sound.