Cong Shixiang ate the Rust Pill; not only was he unharmed, but he could even cause weapons to rust.
Startled, Li Banfeng didn't think twice and immediately struck a match, throwing it at Cong Shixiang.
Mists of alcohol lingered. Cong Shixiang's body burst into flames, the grease on him sizzling and smoking.
He tore off the rapidly charring flesh from his body and swallowed it, flames and all.
In terms of taste, Cong Shixiang was quite satisfied. He took a deep breath, inhaled all the flames on his body and the surrounding alcohol mist, then spewed it back at Li Banfeng.
Avoiding this gout of flame wasn't difficult, but Li Banfeng didn't dare get close again.
He wasn't sure what else Cong Shixiang could spew out, nor what he might eat.
Cong Shixiang charged Li Banfeng again. Li Banfeng maintained a ten-meter distance, skirmishing with him. Ren Wenlie shouted, "You're a strong young man, yet you dare not confront an old man head-on?"
