The first time, it could temporarily hinder the opponent's movements, but by the second time, it had no effect at all.
The man in the blue robe lay on the ground, gasping for air.
The bones in his body felt as if they were shattered, and any slight movement caused excruciating pain.
Julius Reed walked towards him step by step, neither hurried nor slow, ensuring that the blue-robed man wasn't feigning.
Such a dangerous opponent suddenly made him vigilant.
Because it was the first time in so long that he encountered a martial artist who trampled others.
"You are formidable, beyond my expectations." The blue-robed man, eyes closed, seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps speaking to Julius Reed, "From the moment we were born, we were already dead. Yet everyone fears death, even if they have to live in disgrace, they still want to survive."
"But today, for me, is a day of rebirth. My life depends on this day. Therefore, I won't give up."
