Whenever powerful ones fought, their mood as well as their imposing manner was extremely vital. If the mood was unstable, then their strength or ability would weaken by ten or twenty percent.
“Whew.” Shiva was running away desperately. Even though he knew his big brother ‘Vishnu’ was behind him, he did not dare to avert his head or turn around. Because if he hesitated slightly, Teng Qingshan, who was coming closer to him, would have taken the chance to kill him instantly.
Shiva jumped over rocks, ran across the road and kept dashing forward with lightning speed.
“Stop.” The speed of the man in white ‘Vishnu’ was abnormally quick. His speed was actually as quick as Teng Qingshan’s speed.
“You want to kill me?” The bald brawny man named ‘Shiva’ yelled, and angrily roared as he turned away and kicked. The distance and the movement might have caused him to aggravate his internal injury, as blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
Regarding ‘Shiva’ being ferocious in appearance but feeble in essence, Teng Qingshan really didn’t give a damn. He felt confident that the punch just now had wounded Shiva severely. The Shiva at this time just appeared to be strong, but was actually weak. Teng Qingshan was like a whirlwind, his hands became like the discharging arrow of a drawn bow, crazily attacking Shiva.
The leap fist was like an arrow and several leap fists were successively falling onto Shiva’s head now, hitting Shiva until his head cracked like a burst watermelon.
Just because of this instant delay, the man in white, Visnu, caught up.
“Puchi.” Angrily, Vishnu ferociously sent out his fists from the top. His fists were like Pan Gu creating the world, with endless power behind them as they smashed downward forcefully.
“Chi chi…” Teng Qingshan’s back suddenly sunk strangely, not allowing the fist of his opponent to touch himself.
Suddenly, the man in white ‘Vishnu’ stretched his right fist and imitated the form of a claw, and like a lion tearing up it’s prey, the sharp claw furiously scratched Teng Qingshan’s back, directly taking away a big part of it’s blood and flesh. At this moment, Teng Qingshan had just killed Shiva and his whole body immediately flew out.
A big part of Teng Qingshan’s back was taken away, the severe pain he felt was palpable. Everything was dripping with blood.
If such a big part of flesh was torn away from the back of an ordinary person, he would not be able to swing his fist.
However, almost in an instant, Teng Qingshan’s back muscles started moving and the blood stopped flowing. Teng Qingshan relied on his ability in the control of his muscle and temporarily controlled his wound.
“Damn! The fleshy part of my back was turned away which greatly affected the strength of my back, and the strength of my left and right fists will weaken by twenty percent.” Teng Qingshan did not care about the acute pain, but the weakening of his strength was a headache for him, as the power of the fist had an inseparable connections with his back muscles.
“However, it’s alright. With this little sacrifice, I have finally killed Shiva. Otherwise, if he did not die, I would be constantly worrying about him attacking sneakily when I fight Vishnu.” Teng Qingshan casted a glance at Shiva’s corpse which was lying on the muddy ground. Such Mahasiddha of the ancient yoga like Shiva – if a little time was given to them, they could control their internal wounds, and at least use 70 to 80 percent of their strength. By that time, it would surely threaten Teng Qingshan. Therefore, Teng Qingshan stopped at nothing to kill Shiva.
The man in white, ‘Vishnu’, took a deep breath and his loose white outfit suddenly swelled.