Chapter 805
Even Mo Zhengxin was emotionally moved . He found that the opponent's hand was as hard as metal; it wouldn't break or get injured even when scratched by Dragon Claws . This was too frightening .
However, you are just a human . Are you certain you want to have a close battle with the Sea Race, especially a ruler of the Sea Race?
It was necessary to know that the strength of the Human Race was their comprehension of the martial arts . Setting apart and bolstering the "technique" and "skill" were considered as the way of the king, but close combat was considered to be in the domain of Body Cultivators . As it happened, due to the rulers of the Sea Race having control of Dragon's Blood, each one of them were Body Cultivators, and their physical bodies were incomparably tough .
In a close-range battle, you don't have impressive physical strength; how long would it take to launch a palm strike? In that little time, I could have launched a few hundred attacks and smashed you to bits!
Mo Zhengxin snorted, while his other hand grabbed onto Ling Han .
This strike was fast, accurate, and merciless .
In such a short distance between them, how was Ling Han able to counter it?
If the distance was farther, then with just a lift of his hand, the Origin Power that burst out would shoot out; it would be fine even if the speed was slower . I could still move my arm faster than your attack would be able to cross that distance .
But now, just as your hand was lifted up, my Dragon Claw has struck and is about to snap off your neck!
A cruel smile formed on the corner of Mo Zhengxin's lips . In this one strike, a talented genius of the human race was about to die; this made him feel extremely satisfied in his heart . Where was the thrill in killing ordinary people? The satisfaction in killing one thousand or ten thousand of them couldn't be compared with killing one genius .
Pa!
However, he suddenly realized that Ling Han had extended his right hand and grabbed onto his Dragon Claw again .
How could this be?
Earlier, he went through a process of charging towards Ling Han . Notwithstanding that, Ling Han had moved back, and there was a small buffer of time, so it was understandable that he had grasped onto his hands . But now?
Could it be that this human also possessed amazing physical strength? Otherwise, how could he react so quickly?
Ling Han smiled lightly, and said, "Initially, I still had some appreciation for your capabilities . In the future, you'd be able to provide some contribution in the event of any major disaster . However, you insist on seeking death, so I have no choice but to fulfill your wishes . "
"Heng, I admit that I have underestimated you, but you want to kill me? Dream on!" Mo Zhengxin sneered, and suddenly aimed a flying kick towards Ling Han .
Ling Han lifted his leg to counter the attack . Peng, peng, peng, both their legs were unceasingly kicking at the other party because both their hands were mutually in each other's grasp . Every strike of their legs wasn't allowed to yield, and thus mutually landed solidly on the other .
The sea race had an advantage in physique . The body of Mo Zhengxin was comparable to Level Nine Precious metal, but Ling Han wasn't weak, either, and had also reached this level . Theoretically, the match between the two ought to be a tie .
But a tie didn't mean that neither of them would be injured . On the contrary, with the impact of every kick, severe injuries were sustained . Both their legs had already become deformed in between hits .
This was akin to an incomparably powerful sword capable of crushing any obstacle—if two such swords were to collide with each other, both of them would be battered or even broken apart .
The case now was that both of their legs had been twisted, and the degree of distortion was a bit scary, but they still continued to launch kicks towards each other . In this fight, both pledged their all in a stretch of a single breadth . If either one of them couldn't hold on, then what would be kicked wasn't the leg, but the vital part of the lower abdomen .
If the Dantian was smashed, then wouldn't one be crippled?
Mo Zhengxin felt secretly regretful; at this point, there was no chance to use any Spirit Tool or decree . The arms of both parties were holding onto each other; it was impossible to retrieve either!
He was a descendant of the Mo Clan . He had brought with him several powerful treasures . Each one was enough to kill Ling Han, but now not one of them could be used . How could he not regret it?
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