In an instant, inside the cell, the old man attacked like lightning, unleashing his full power without any reservations.
But every one of his attacks was perfectly dodged by Zhang Rongfang.
Their abilities to anticipate the enemy's moves were vastly different. Furthermore, the old man seemed to have lost consciousness, making his moves even more rigid and predictable.
After observing for a while, Zhang Rongfang confirmed that the opponent had indeed lost consciousness.
Immediately, he extended a finger, calculated the trajectory of the moves, and suddenly thrust it at the other's forehead.
Chirp.
A drop of blood seeped into the wound on the old man's forehead.
What Zhang Rongfang didn't expect was that as soon as the blood entered, it began to emit wisps of white smoke as if corroding the flesh like strong acid.
The old man immediately stopped moving, and the silver lines on his forehead began to surge, as if stimulated by something.
