"Come, it's my turn to return the favor." Devil Incarnate charged forward, his fists working left and right as he struck both Jian Shen and the Martial Arts Alliance Leader almost simultaneously, sending them both flying.
But Jian Shen was no pushover; even as he took a hit, he managed to leave a wound on Devil Incarnate, narrowly missing his heart.
"Impressive, truly worthy of being called Jian Shen, but what good will it do?" Devil Incarnate couldn't help but laugh. His injuries healed bit by bit. He looked down proudly at Jian Shen and the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, who were half-kneeling and spitting blood, and mocked, "No matter how serious my injuries, I can recover quickly. Can you do the same? Your wounds will only get worse. You're finished."
