Another thunderous crash erupted.
Like an iron tower, the Iron Ghost was smashed right in front of Shen Zhou, creating a huge crater in the ground.
He twisted his body, with both of his thick palms forcefully bracing against the ground. No matter how hard he tried to push himself up, he kept falling back down.
Blood gushed incessantly from his nose and mouth!
At last... he gave up.
He turned over with a bitter smile, lying sprawled out on the ground.
He looked at Shen Zhou helplessly.
"Master, I can't do it anymore. It seems like you'll have to finish him off. Damn it! This fight was really exhilarating. I haven't had such a satisfying bout in hundreds of years. Master, you'd better not kill him. Keep him alive so I can spar with him slowly in the future."
Then he turned his head again, staring fiercely at Johnson over there, giving him a straight-up middle finger.
