Serve You Right
"I have learned this trick already." The Fist Saint roared as he slammed his hand to the back while reinforcing his whole body to withstand the shock wave.
However, the Dark King only smiled and struck his fist.
*Boom!*
The sword hit the air near his fist again, unable to influence it with the dark power. But the shock wave still struck his fist, pushing the Fist Saint a few feet away.
"Mielvea." The Dark King muttered in a low voice.
"Huh?!" The Fist Saint widened his eyes and looked down as several black energy appeared, cutting his body. Once again, his extraordinary defense protected him from these attacks.
But the Fist Saint realized the attack still affected him by creating those black scars on his body.
"…" The Fist Saint narrowed his eyes. The Dark King's power was simply too weird.
At the same time, the Dark King was lamenting the fact he couldn't fight him during the night when his power was at its peak.