This was what made the Blood Slaughterer's style so difficult to deal with.
Its Martial Arts Power was viciously toxic. Once it touched flesh, it would easily invade the body, its poisons seeping into the victim's meridians and organs.
"Seriously? He lost just like that?"
The Blood Slaughterer's disciple on the ring, Cao Lin, swept his gaze over the crowd below and spoke with deliberate provocation.
His master, the Blood Slaughterer Li Gusha, sneered. He stared at the grim-faced Ge Hongfeng and the other man opposite him. "It looks like the two of you are still just as incompetent at teaching your disciples."
"It's all just third-rate stuff. They can't even last ten moves against my disciple. If you ask me, you should just shut down the Storm Club. Save yourselves the embarrassment of leading students astray."
His sneering voice was particularly grating.
The club's disciples all glared angrily, clenching their fists.
