Su Chen shook his head.
At least on the surface, there seemed to be no change whatsoever from before.
"Acting! How long do you think you can hold out?" Blood-handed Toad was taken aback and then, he scoffed.
In the entire martial arts world, there was not a single person who could cure the poison of the "Myriad Poison Blood Hand." This extremely bizarre youngster who had appeared from who-knows-where was doomed without a doubt, as there was absolutely no second possibility.
In the eyes of Blood-handed Toad, Su Chen's current shock and calmness were just the result of him forcibly enduring it.
But no matter how much he endured, at most after another thirty or fifty breaths, he would certainly fall to the ground and meet the King of Hell. The poison of the Myriad Poison Blood Hand was even more deadly than the most lethal toxin; within one minute, the poisoned person was bound to die.
"Hehe..." Su Chen just laughed, his smile filled with disdain.
