Yi Hong had never felt such pain before; a force pierced through his flesh directly into the Divine Spring, then he barely managed to expel it from his body, causing a deafening explosion.
Beyond that, his face caved in again as a massive fist landed.
Does he have to hit the face?
Yi Hong grimaced in pain, struggling desperately but unable to escape the other's grip.
"Why don't you use your Divine Techniques?"
He shouted in frustration.
Han Yu looked at him like he was an idiot. Use Divine Techniques? And let you borrow strength from them?
Without strength to borrow, it might be okay, but Han Yu's physical power was so swift that Yi Hong could only endure seventy to eighty percent, able to deflect only twenty to thirty percent.
Now he was barely holding on, truly proving Gu Feng's words; he relied entirely on himself to take the beating.
After enduring three punches, Yi Hong, amidst the pain, went mad and gathered all his Spiritual Power, ready to fight to the end.
