"Heh heh, you forced my hand."
Xue Bing stared venomously at Fang Yue, shocked that his power was so tyrannical.
A single punch had sent him flying.
The bones in his arm shattered, and the intense pain nearly made him pass out.
But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it. Only then did he realize Fang Yue's strength wasn't that of a common Junior-Level Qi-Sensing Martial Master; he was at least as strong as a Mid-Level Qi-Sensing Martial Master.
Furthermore, his opponent hadn't been poisoned at all.
Fang Yue's strength had exceeded his expectations, and the poison hadn't worked.
He was injured now. If he tried to run, he'd likely be killed on the spot.
Since escape was hopeless, his only choice was a desperate, all-or-nothing struggle. It was his only chance of survival.
At this thought, Xue Bing quickly crushed the pill in his mouth.
"PFFT!"
