The Poison Saint opened his mouth and swallowed the "Power Water" directly into his stomach. At this time, the effect of the medicine seemed to have started to take effect.
At this time, the Poison Saint was wearing a mask, so others could not see the changes in his expression.
But at this time, the veins on Poison Saint's forehead were popping up one by one, his face was flushed, and he was gritting his teeth, as if he was resisting the pain caused by the "power water" to his body. "Huhuhu!"
The Poison Saint was panting heavily. After he withstood the pain caused by the "powerful water", his whole body became majestic. At first glance, he was much stronger than before.
"You brat! You shouldn't challenge me! There is only one outcome for challenging me, and that is...death!"
Poison Saint's tone was very gloomy.
After saying that, he rushed forward directly, and his speed was even faster than before.
"Wow! It's so fast! Is this... is this the true power of powerful water?"
"As expected of this powerful water, it's so powerful!"
"It seems that boy is dead!"
…
Everyone was shocked, obviously not expecting the power of "Powerful Water" to be so powerful.
In the blink of an eye, Poison Saint appeared in front of Ye Zihao.
"Bang bang bang!"
The Poison Saint quickly punched out a few punches, so fast that only the shadows of his fists were left, and they were so majestic that they looked like a rampaging beast.
Ye Zihao frowned. Although he had reacted immediately, what shocked him was that the Poison Saint punched too fast, and he was hit several times.
"puff!"
Ye Zihao was forced to retreat and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Look, everyone, he's injured! Powerful water is really powerful!"
The others were suddenly shocked.
At this time, Ye Zihao frowned tightly, and then wiped the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Haha! This is interesting!"
Ye Zihao said coldly, and there didn't seem to be much panic, but his performance shocked many people.
"Isn't he injured? Why can he be so calm?"
"Does he have any other tricks up his sleeve?"
"Damn it! This kid is so secretive!"
…
Suddenly, everyone at the scene was surprised, and their expectations for Ye Zihao were even greater.
At this time, Poison Saint narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a vigilant look: "You brat! Didn't you use all your strength just now?"
"No!"
Ye Zihao responded.
After hearing his words, the people present were shocked, "Oh my God! He didn't use all his strength? How strong is he?"
At this time, the same person who was shocked was Shen Lang.
It was him just now, facing the Poison Saint's series of attacks, both dead and disabled. But what he never expected was that Ye Zihao actually had the ability to compete with the Poison Saint.
Oh shit!
Who is this kid? He doesn’t even pay attention to the Poison Saint?
Shen Lang was secretly surprised.
At this time, Poison Saint learned that Ye Zihao disrespected him so much, so
He reprimanded him coldly and said: "You bastard! You don't do your best? Then let me force you to do your best!"
Say it!
The Poison Saint was twice as fast as before, and the speed of his fists was almost too fast to be seen with the naked eye.
I saw him beating and yelling angrily: "You bastard! Do you dare to hide your strength this time? Die!"
"Bang bang bang!"
The Poison Saint punched a few more times, as fast as lightning.
At this time, everyone at the scene was dumbfounded. They never expected that the Poison Saint was even more powerful than the rumors said, but what they didn't expect even more was that Ye Zihao could still withstand it.
"Damn it!! A showdown between masters!"
"Simple!"
"rough!"
“Too direct!!”
…
Everyone was in shock, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
At this time, Shen Lang was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that Ye Zihao would be even more terrifying than he imagined.
"Damn! Fortunately, he didn't take action at that time, otherwise, I would be dead!"
Only then did Shen Lang put aside his contempt for Ye Zihao.
He can even compete with someone as powerful as the Poison Saint. How could he possibly be able to offend such a scornful person?
And now what Shen Lang wants to know is whether Ye Zihao or Poison Saint will win in this duel!
At this time, the eyes returned to the two of them.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Drink!"
"drink!"
…
It can be seen that the two offensives are equally matched and equally matched.
But at this time, Ye Zihao began to show signs of decline. The Poison Saint who drank the "power water" seemed to have endless power.
At this time, Ye Zihao received several more blows on his body.
"You brat! You've been able to hold on until now, which is great! But now do you feel that you are not capable of it?"
Poison Saint said coldly, and then accelerated the attack speed again.
At this time, Ye Zihao took a few steps back.
At this time, his physical strength was exhausted a lot. Facing the Poison Saint who drank the "powerful water", Ye Zihao was indeed a little powerless.
Perhaps he wanted to bring out the Poison Saint's strongest strength. At this time, Ye Zihao suddenly took out two silver needles from his body and directly inserted them into his Rendu Second Vein.
"Is he... is he stupid? Why do you want to prick yourself with a needle?"
"Is he having a psychotic attack?"
"No! Come on and take a look, he's a lot more powerful!"
…
At this time, someone said something in shock.
At this time, everyone looked at Ye Zihao and saw that Ye Zihao's eyes exuded a strong murderous aura. The aura on his body was even stronger than that of the Poison Saint who just took the "powerful water".
At this time, Poison Saint's expression was solemn, and he felt as if he had seen this acupuncture technique somewhere before.
Seeing that he asked seriously, he said, "You bastard! What kind of acupuncture technique are you doing?"
"You are not the real Poison Saint!"
Ye Zihao narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly.
"Hmph! How do you know I'm not the real Poison Saint?" Poison Saint asked disdainfully and said.
"Because if you are the Poison Saint, it is impossible not to know what kind of acupuncture I just performed!"
Ye Zihao said coldly, the last time he used the Qianlong Nine Acupuncture Technique, the old ghosts and the others all knew this acupuncture technique, but the so-called "Poison Saint" in front of him did not even know the Qianlong Nine Acupuncture Technique of the Medical Saint Sect. Acupuncture, this clearly means that this man is a fake.
"Hmph! I don't care what kind of acupuncture you do, I'm going to kill you today!"
Say it!
The Poison Saint rushed forward again.
Ye Zihao narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes exuded a kind of coldness.
"If you were the real Poison Saint, maybe you could fight me for dozens more rounds, but it's a pity... you're not!"
Say it!
Ye Zihao refused to retreat but rushed forward.
So...so fast!
In an instant, Poison Saint's heart suddenly pounded, and he stared at Ye Zihao in shock.
As a result, before he could react, Ye Zihao appeared in front of him.