Zhao Ba felt the wind of the punch on his face.
Even though his head was dizzy and heavy, he could sense a surging intent to kill within it.
He could not care about the wounds on his body, forcing his spirit up, he urged all his Qi-Blood to rush towards the skin underneath.
In an instant, Zhao Ba's skin turned extremely red, like an iron block heated until it glowed, a faint red mist lingered around him, and the hardness of his skin and flesh increased by more than thirty percent.
"Condense!"
Facing the overwhelming punch from Shen Qing, Zhao Ba used his hands to block.
With a dull clang.
Shen Qing's fist struck Zhao Ba's forearm, making a muffled thud on impact.
Zhao Ba felt a secret shock.
This brute strength was simply terrifying, just this one hit already made his arms go numb and limp.