Entangled by the Bloodthirsty Demon Vine on his hands and feet, every movement Su Heng made consumed a tremendous amount of strength.
Additionally, his strength was delayed and his actions slowed.
Su Heng's already less than exquisite fist technique presented numerous flaws in an instant.
Song Ting and Song Yingchun, both having consumed secret drugs, did not hesitate to overdraw their own bodies to boost themselves to their peaks.
This increase and decrease.
Throughout the brief exchange of ten or so rounds, Su Heng took more than ten hits.
"Huff..." Song Ting dodged a sweep from Su Heng, rolling awkwardly to the side and crashing through the bushes before landing on a damp meadow.
He climbed up from the ground, looking down at his own hands tingling and reddening faintly.
Then he looked up again at the completely unharmed Su Heng before him.
