Earlier, Su Heng's attacks really gave Blackie a hard time, leaving him with what others would call fatal wounds.
But thanks to the Holy Demon Bloodline's rapid recovery, Blackie could hold on, and his physical strength kept skyrocketing!
However.
Just that alone wouldn't be enough to win.
"Didn't you say that with my barbarian background, I'd never be able to stand against the foundation of your Su Xian Sect?" The nine-layered patterns on Blackie's body were flickering.
To be honest.
Even without outside help, Blackie was confident he could beat Su Heng to death right here—it'd just take more time.
Hearing his senior brothers and junior brothers had already finished their duels, Blackie figured he might as well not drag it out any longer.
Besides…
Su Heng's words just now, and what everyone else was saying, seriously pissed Blackie off.
Saying a barbarian like him couldn't have any real backing?
Weren't they just looking down on his master?
