"Don't make any more useless struggles. You have already lost. The feeling of being corroded on your chest is uncomfortable. I can't help it. You forced me to do all this. If it weren't for your strength, I wouldn't have corroded you."
Flame Fist."
Hatred glanced indifferently at Chu Xiaohui, whose handsome face was twisted in pain, and said in a deep voice.
"I haven't lost yet!"
The handsome man felt a little relieved. He let go of his hands covering his chest and stood up slowly. His eyes were as firm as iron and he said decisively.
"How is that possible?"
His expression of hatred changed instantly, his eyes were full of horror, and he took a few steps back, feeling lost in disbelief.
"I disappoint you! If I am defeated by you so easily, then I will be ashamed of it!" Chu Xiaohui's cold gaze was like a sharp blade that pierced into his heart, making him feel a faint feeling.
And unspeakable fear.
Turning around, he stared at Qing Shang on his left hand with very soft eyes, and said lightly.
"How is this possible? How did you break the indestructible corrosive power of the Rotting Flame Fist!" Hatred still found it hard to believe the scene in front of him. However, the wound on Chu Xiaohui's chest was not only not bloody, but also bleeding, and the flesh was constantly being corroded.
Lose.
But it has condensed a lot, and the injury has obviously improved.
"Don't be too conceited. There are endless unimaginable things in this world! It's not something you and I can guess." Chu Xiaohui secretly adjusted the somewhat chaotic true energy in his body and said with a burning gaze.
"Hmph! There's no need for you to teach me a lesson. Your strength doesn't seem to be enough. Even if you can withstand this rotten fire fist, so what? How many more times can you withstand it?" Hatred snorted coldly with veins pulsing on his forehead.
Said, the black mist emitted by the Rotten Flame Gloves quickly became thicker again.
"Rotten Flame Fist!"
Taking advantage of his skills, he shouted violently, and Hatred once again released a form of the Rotting Flame Fist. In an instant, a line of fire with a hint of black mist fiercely attacked him. Compared with the Rotting Flame Fist he just sent out, this one not only had a much thicker black mist.
Even the energy contained in the fire is higher than before.
"Fengqu"
Chu Xiaohui, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, used the Wind Transformation Song almost immediately, and his whole person disappeared from the spot strangely. "Boom!" This terrifying fire struck the ring in the distance fiercely.
, suddenly, there was a loud noise, and a small hole was blown out of the arena. If not, the defense of this arena was relatively strong, I am afraid that the blow just now was enough to cause it to collapse.
"Let me see where you are hiding! Rotten Flame Fist!!"
A faint murderous intent flashed through his eyes of hatred, his face was gloomy and scary, and he said sternly.
"boom!!"
,,,
Chu Xiaohui's unpredictable and strange body made Hatred feel a sense of powerlessness that he had no power but nowhere to use. Under the secret anger, he couldn't control so much, and kept sending waves towards those phantoms.
A wave of rotting flame fists.
Suddenly, in addition to the deafening loud noise in the arena, there was only the ghostly figure that kept flashing like a butterfly through flowers in the huge offensive, and the hatred of the rotting flame fist with a cold face.