The collision kicked up a cloud of dust. As it settled, everyone eagerly looked toward the center of the impact, where both men had been forced back over five meters!
The crowd was stunned. Could it really be an even match? Their contempt for Zhao Dong vanished in an instant. They suddenly realized this man was far from ordinary.
"Is this the best you've got?" Zhao Dong spoke again. "Or is all the trash from the Blood Sect at this level?"
Shaken, Li Long flew into another rage. He launched a barrage of lethal moves, but Zhao Dong continued to rely on nothing but his simple physical strength. After a full thirty exchanges, both men were panting, with blood at the corners of their mouths. But there was a crucial difference. Zhao Dong had only used his physical power, so his Spiritual Energy was still abundant. In contrast, Li Long's various killing techniques had consumed his Spiritual Energy, and he was now nearly depleted.
