That's right.
A mere Third-Grade Martial Artist, Su Yue, actually managed to block Zi Zhen's punch head-on.
Even more terrifying, he hadn't fallen behind.
Su Yue's blue fist seemed to be glued to Zi Zhen's fist; the latter wanted to pull away, but it seemed impossible.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
Their fists clashed, and the ground trembled as layers of mud rippled out, even forming a deep pit in the earth.
"Stop those Fourth-Grades; don't let them disturb me."
Su Yue glared fiercely, veins bulging beneath his skin, looking more sinister than a specter.
He had already empowered his defense and attack.
And the poison within the blue fist was rapidly infiltrating Zi Zhen's body.
Yet, one had to admit.
The Fifth-Grade Powerhouse truly was extraordinary; even though Zi Zhen's strength was halved by the poison, he was still giving Su Yue a hard time.
30 seconds.
He must hold on for 30 seconds, for the poison to completely erode Zi Zhen.
"Good!"
Boom!
