Seeing Xu Hu's fist charging towards him, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Jiu's face. He was unflustered and did not dodge Xu Hu's punch, but raised his arm to throw a punch of his own, colliding fiercely with Xu Hu's.
Bang!
'Ahh...'
The two men's fists collided, and Xu Hu let out a pained groan, his fist instantly cracked open, and blood seeped out.
'Zhang Jiu, you treacherous snake!'
Xu Hu never expected that Zhang Jiu's fist was backed with a thorny ring.
The blood that flowed out was black.
'It's poison!' Xu Hu was dumbfounded; he was ill-prepared for his confrontation with Zhang Jiu.
'Haha, just a simpleton.'
Zhang Jiu gave a contemptuous laugh, flashing the ring on his middle finger as if showing off, 'What era are we in now? It's the survival of the fittest. As long as I can beat you, I am your master, and you should submit.'