Zhuan Zemin lay still for more than twenty seconds before rolling over and pushing himself onto his hands and knees.
"Gah!" He threw up a mouthful of blood.
His face tightened with each shallow breath.
He promptly took off his upper armor before he could breathe normally.
The tonfa had left a mark across his muscular chest. One of his ribs was sticking out, causing a streak of blood to flow from the wound.
He decisively slapped it back in and used his Theríon to stop the bleeding and close the wound before he stood back up.
He looked at his opponent with a serious glare: "You have earned my respect, Tu Lingxi, and that means I won't be holding back any longer."
Boom!
With a burst of Theríon followed by the movement of his arms into a Buddhist posture, Zhuan Zemin's aura transformed into Bodhisattva with twenty arms, radiating in bronze light.
"This is …" Feng Luotian furrowed his brows: "It's no wonder why I did not recognize his skill earlier."
