"Damn it!" One fell weakly to the ground, panting heavily. He tore off a piece of Liu Zhenhan's pants and used it to cover his chest. He spat out two mouthfuls of fresh blood and glared resentfully at the Evil-eye Tyrant in the sky. "This dude is tough, I've never seen anyone else who dares to risk his life like him!"
"You were the first I planned to destroy." The gigantic eye of the Evil-eye Tyrant also stared at One. It couldn't conceal its admiration. The beak-like sword in its massive mouth was spit out. "I initially thought I could defeat you at the cost of just one tentacle, but to my surprise, having fought against the Flame Emperor once, you still possess such formidable strength. It cost me three tentacles!"
"What just happened when I suddenly felt dizzy?" One gasped for breath, his hand on his chest.
