But this gave Small Knife a chance to catch his breath and defend.
He was prepared now.
The lean man did not attack again.
Instead, he sneered, "A Sixth Realm Spiritual Robe, a decent battle article."
"Come take it," Small Knife said coldly, his performance was poor, but after all, it was his first battle against an Unrivaled Martial Artist.
Yes, the main point was being careless.
"If it weren't for this Spiritual Artifact, you'd already be dead," the lean man sneered.
"It's a pity I'm not dead," Small Knife replied coldly.
The two mocked each other, under the invisible clash of Martial Dao Will, Small Knife had clearly fallen into a disadvantage.
"Then just die," the lean man's fist came crashing again.
One punch after another, each faster than the last.
Every punch contained Martial Dao Will, for a general Sixth Realm, just one strike would be too much.
Due to the continuous flow, the power of these punches was not as strong as before.
