"Chang Wei!" Zhang Po didn't have time to help him, he could only let him lie on the ground, unsure if he was alive or dead.
The situation took a sudden turn for the worse. Zhang Po, who originally thought he could take this match, suddenly found himself facing opponents whose abilities seemed enhanced as if they were on steroids, leaving him helpless. Moreover, the previous strike had already torn his meridians, making it impossible for him to mobilize the Qi within his body.
"What's the matter? Pretty boy, out of moves?" The captain of the Poison Manor leaned on her chest with her hands, her voluptuous figure faintly visible, her eyes full of disdain, slightly parting her lips as she asked Zhang Po.
However, through her movements, Zhang Po noticed a detail: under her feet was a stone brick of the Martial Arts Platform emitting a bright purple light that flowed continuously into her body through her heels.
