The battle between Xue San and Li Chun had reached the point of life and death.
Both were drenched in green blood, their solid muscles tearing through the remaining fabric of their clothes, looking like two green giants in combat.
Of course, Li Chun's face was softer, especially after practicing the Cow and Horse Blood Drowning Technique, giving him an honest and simple appearance, whereas Xue San, with a triangular head, resembled a venomous snake with bulging muscles.
He wanted this guy dead!
He hated Li Chun's sinister smile, hated the way he drank blood.
In truth, by now, Li Chun was already at his limit.
His Blood Milk had extraordinary effects, but no matter how miraculous the medicine, it eventually had its limits.
Or, rather, even the most divine medicine requires time to take effect.
And Xue San, as if mad, continued to attack relentlessly, wounded as he was.
It was no easy feat for him to hold out until now.
