Frantically Tortured to Death

Yet, what scared him the most was that his own Mystic Qi was fading away. Moreover, his dantian was reeling in chaos; not to mention the fact that he had no time to retaliate. In fact, he couldn't have competed with his opponent on the basis of his own skills even if he had the time to retaliate…

His opponent's speed was extremely fast. Moreover, the red-clad man had been thrown into disarray. Mystic Qi was the only thing he could rely on. However, the only thing he could rely on had already started to disappear. He had even forgotten to defend himself, and was simply being knocked-about.

"Bang!" the red clad man was hit on his crotch. Then, he was hit on the back of his head with a "Bang!" before he had the time to scream. He staggered two steps forward—only to find his attacker already present in front of him. Then, the red-clad man was forced to suffer a gale of countless crushing attacks within a split second.