บท 108: Tiger

[You have adapted to the ### poison]

[Your adaptability has leveled up from level 4 to level 5]

Lu Zhen felt much better as his dizziness went away; however, he still felt a little pain where the wound was.

"I am getting tired of this…" he punched at the dart and backed away to dodge two more darts.

He raised his hand, and instantly all the qi he had stored up in his body rushed to his hands.

"Verdant Whirlwind."

Lu Zhen roared as he swiped his hands like a saber.

A rotating wind force generated, growing larger by the moment until it became a huge whirlwind, swiping away all the darts.

"Got you, you bastard." A red-haired man smirked as he sat on a throne, watching Lu Zhen fend off the terrifying darts.

"Even if you are a third-stage martial artist, you are nothing compared to me."

He crossed his legs on the throne as his face twisted into a cruel smirk.