The man in black looked as if he had eaten shit, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word.
"Shit, shouldn't you at least be a little hurt if not dead?"
"Do you have any other moves? Or you could try a few more."
Chen Yuan's words were astonishing; after he had absorbed that cluster of Black Fog Yin Thunder, he felt it was much better than half a month's worth of spiritual energy cultivation.
The man in black's eyes twitched uncontrollably, feeling as if a herd of 'caonima'[1] were running wild in his heart. He had spent nearly twenty years painstakingly refining the Black Fog Yin Thunder, and now it was gone, and his opponent was even asking if he had any more?
It was like going to a restaurant, enjoying the meal, and deciding to order another serving because it was so good.
"I'm really disappointed."
"If you don't have any more, why don't you try taking one of my moves?"
