'But even if he is some "Iron Head Boy," his Cultivation is so much lower than mine. He shouldn't be completely uninjured.'
"Hurry up. Two moves left," Mo Qi urged.
Hmph!
Lu Wei pushed aside his doubts.
'So what if your head is made of iron? Your whole body can't be, can it?'
'I'll just attack you somewhere else.'
'I refuse to believe a weakling like you, who hasn't even reached the Half-Immortal Realm, can escape from me!'
With that thought, Lu Wei gathered his Demon Essence, pushing his power to its absolute limit.
With a move of his feet, his body transformed into a black bolt of lightning, instantly appearing behind Mo Qi. He threw a punch, aiming for his spine.
THUD!
That familiar, muffled sound echoed once more.
Mo Qi was sent flying several dozen meters by Lu Wei's Fist Force, his feet carving two shallow grooves into the ground.
Was it over just like that?
Yes, it was.
