The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

The man in black's body, catalyzed by the elixir, had become as tough as iron, with an absurdly strong ability to withstand blows.

But Old Zhao was getting on in years.

Jiang Shaosheng could tell that his breathing was no longer as steady and long as it had been at the beginning.

Although his strikes were precise and ruthless, the force seemed to have diminished slightly.

On the other hand, the man in black, though covered in wounds and looking miserable, did not lose any of his aura. Instead, stimulated by the blood, he became even more ferocious.

With this shift in power, the situation began to develop in a direction unfavorable to Zhao Laokutou.

"Old Zhao, stop wasting time with him!"

Manager Qian seemed to have realized the problem as well, and shouted, "Hurry up and finish this! His drug won't last much longer!"

Upon hearing Manager Qian's urging, Old Zhao's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He took a deep breath, and his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

He stopped pacing and shifting his weight, instead stomping his foot hard, straightening his hunched body instantly, and instead of retreating, he advanced to meet the fist swung by the man in black.

"Well done!"

Old Zhao shouted, and his withered palm met the huge fist with a slap.

Head-on clash!

Jiang Shaosheng's heart was in his throat.

He knew that Old Zhao was going to use this one decisive move to achieve his goal.

The two exchanged blows again.

A visible shockwave suddenly spread outwards from the two people.

Even from the tree, Jiang Shaosheng felt a strong gust of wind rushing towards him, making his clothes flutter loudly.

Old Zhao and the man in black both took three steps back.

The two sides are evenly matched!

The man in black shook his numb fist, a hint of human surprise flashing in his crimson eyes.

He seemed surprised that this seemingly emaciated old man possessed such terrifying explosive power.

Zhao Laokutou, on the other hand, quietly put his slightly trembling right hand behind his back.

His face looked even paler than before.

The man in black let out a strange, eerie laugh. He pointed at Old Zhao and mumbled, "Old bastard, you're nothing special!"

"Hmph, you're at your last gasp, yet you still dare to be stubborn."

Old Zhao snorted coldly, but Jiang Shaosheng keenly noticed that his voice seemed less confident than before.

"This isn't some kind of Blood Burning Pill..."

The man in black grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with blood, his face displaying a morbid fanaticism.

"This is a divine medicine bestowed by Master Lian Qi himself! Its effects are beyond the comprehension of you mortals!"

"Master Lian said that as long as this matter is accomplished, there will be a sufficient supply of this divine medicine in the future. At that time, any so-called grandmasters will be nothing but chickens and dogs in front of me."

His mind seemed to have recovered slightly under the stimulation of the elixir.

But his words became even more insane and chaotic than before.

Jiang Shaosheng's heart sank.

If what this guy says is true, and such pills that can drastically increase one's strength can be mass-produced, that would be a terrifying thing.

If one man in black is this troublesome, imagine if ten or a hundred of the underground forces in Najin Port City came; the entire system would probably be completely reshuffled.

Just who exactly is this Lianqi?

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Old Zhao clearly didn't want to give him another chance to speak, and with a swift movement, he lunged forward again.

However, his playing style changed again this time.

He no longer confronted the man in black head-on, but instead made full use of his agile movements, moving around the man in black at high speed like a ghost.

His hands transformed into two afterimages, sometimes becoming claws, sometimes fingers, and sometimes palms, specifically targeting the joints, acupoints, and other vital points on the black-clad man's body.

This is a close-quarters combat style that emphasizes the use of "inch power".

For a moment, the sound of intense striking echoed throughout the space.

Although the man in black had greatly improved his strength and speed, his moves had become more wide and unpredictable, full of openings.

Faced with Zhao Laokutou's attacks, which were as swift and unpredictable as butterflies flitting among flowers, he was momentarily flustered and could only passively swing his arms to block, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Zhao Laokutou's clothes.

"You old bastard! Don't hide if you've got the guts!"

The man in black was passively beaten, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Zhao Laokutou completely ignored his shouts and silently launched wave after wave of attacks.

Jiang Shaosheng, however, frowned deeply.

He noticed that although Zhao Laokutou's attacks were frequent, they did not seem to cause any real harm to the men in black.

That guy's body was like a tough piece of cowhide. No matter how Zhao Laokutou struck him, he could only make his body sway slightly, but he could not really hurt him.

This is an unreasonable form of defense.

A fine layer of sweat had already seeped onto Zhao Laokutou's forehead.

"No, if this continues, Old Zhao will be worn down to death."

Jiang Shaosheng thought to himself.

He could tell that Old Zhao's strategy was still to stall until the effects of the drug wore off.

However, the effects of this so-called miracle drug lasted far longer than they had anticipated.

Zhao Laokutou suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly ducked, and his hands, which had been attacking the upper body, instantly slashed down, transforming into two sharp eagle claws, aiming straight for the black-clad man's knees!

The man in black's expression changed drastically. He instinctively tried to back away, but Old Zhao was too fast.

A crisp cracking sound rang out!

The man in black let out a miserable scream. His left knee was deformed by Zhao Laokutou's grip, and he lost his balance and fell to his knees.

opportunity!

Zhao Laokutou's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He pressed his advantage relentlessly, sticking close to the man in black like a shadow. With a swift chop, he slashed fiercely at the back of the man's neck!

If this blow lands, even a person made of iron will die on the spot!

Jiang Shaosheng, watching from the tree, held his breath.

has it ended?

However, just as Zhao Laokutou's chop was about to touch the man in black's neck, a sudden change occurred.

The man in black, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly shook his head and opened his mouth.

A jet of black liquid, like an arrow, shot out from his mouth and hit Old Zhao's face.

Poison in his mouth!

That bastard actually had such a vicious trick up his sleeve!

Old Zhao's pupils shrank sharply. He never expected that his opponent could launch such a counterattack when he was on the verge of death.

In the blink of an eye, he had no time to dodge and could only try his best to turn his head to one side.

Most of the black venom was sprayed away, but a small portion still splashed onto Zhao Laokutou's left shoulder.

"Ugh!"

Old Zhao groaned and staggered backward, a look of pain on his face.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the man in black used his remaining right leg to push off the ground, propelling his entire body toward another exit of the cave!

He's going to run!