The Toad Spirit croaked, its limbs nimble as it engaged Zhang Zhonghao in combat, palm against palm, fist against fist. The air cracked with a BANG! BANG! BANG!
Zhang Zhonghao's expression was grim. I've taken a Dao Pill, yet I can only battle a five-star terror-index Toad Spirit! My hands and feet are going numb from the impact!
True Qi coursed through Zhang Zhonghao's body. A dragon shadow emerged on his right arm, and talismanic glyphs covered his fist as he shouted, "Dragon Fist!"
The Toad Spirit looked disdainful. "What crappy Dragon Fist? Behold the palm technique I created myself—Annihilating Heavens and Earth Meteor Palm!"
Their fists and palms collided head-on. The energies crashed, sending ripples through the surroundings. Zhang Zhonghao winced in pain and staggered back repeatedly.
The Toad Spirit looked at Zhang Zhonghao and said with dissatisfaction, "So you took a Dao Pill. I was wondering how a piece of trash like you could have improved so fast."
