On several occasions, Han Feng was nearly hit by one of his opponent's vicious groin kicks or eye pokes.
'I'm just flailing around like an idiot...'
Han Feng cursed inwardly as he dodged clumsily.
He felt like a rookie driver who had just gotten his license and been handed the keys to a top-tier supercar.
Yet here he was, getting repeatedly schooled on a mountain pass by a master driver in a beat-up minivan.
He had all this brute force but couldn't use it effectively.
After another clash, Han Feng seized an opening and slammed a heavy fist into Blood Shadow's chest.
The force of the blow was enough to punch through a steel plate, yet Blood Shadow merely grunted and staggered.
The fist-shaped indentation on his chest squirmed and returned to normal within a few breaths.
Han Feng understood. 'Just as I thought. Physical attacks are pretty much useless unless I destroy the Blood Gu inside his body.'
