The weight in Chen Shanhe's hands grew heavy, and his expression changed…
'…This Physique is a bit much, isn't it?'
Qin Fang winced in pain, but he felt Chen Shanhe freeze for an instant behind him.
He seized on his opponent's momentary pause, whipping his leg around in a scorpion kick aimed straight at his abdomen.
But a Huajin Martial Artist's reflexes were too sharp.
The moment Qin Fang's waist moved, Chen Shanhe had already reacted. With a flicker of his body, he dodged the kick.
Qin Fang hadn't expected to land the blow anyway and suddenly dashed forward.
"You can't escape!"
Chen Shanhe's expression darkened. 'I even used my saber, and I still can't do anything to him?'
'What kind of damn Physique is this? Could the Treasure Fish he ate really be that effective?'
'And… could he have had other fortuitous encounters?'
As the thoughts raced through his mind, his feet moved as if flying, relentlessly giving chase.
"Xile!"
Qin Fang roared.
