"How did he fix his broken body? My 'inner destruction fist' leaves others right outside the death door. He shouldn't even be able to use his internal energy to close his internal wounds, but he is already moving."
The old demon mumbled while looking taking turns to look at Iwan and his fist.
For a moment, while looking at Iwan who was all right now, he doubted himself.
The 'inner destruction fist' was the old demons' most basic fist technique. But, his basic technique was equivalent to a platinum-tier skill for other martial artists.
"I was doubting my fist. I climbed to the pinnacle as a demonic cultivator with this same fist. Tens of thousands of demonic masters fell to this fist. But now, because of a kid, tenth my age, I was forced to doubt this fist."
The old demon had been dealt a blow that affected his mentality. This was a first for him, and the one who had caused this was coming at him.
