HUFF…
Zhu Ju let out a long breath, a film of sweat covering his skin as a wave of exhaustion washed over him.
He had taken down his opponent without a single scratch. While it looked easy, the fight had been incredibly draining on his mind and spirit.
He had pushed the Power of his Physical Body to its absolute limit.
Though the fight was short, it felt like he had toiled for days on end. The moment he relaxed, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit plummeted.
"A Seventh-Grade Martial Artist…"
'It was a bit of a stretch, after all!'
If Ma Gulan's strength had been completely intact, he might not have succeeded, even if he went all out.
However, this was the Zhu Mansion. There were plenty of guards and fighters; it wouldn't have been difficult to call for reinforcements to detain the man. The reason he hadn't was twofold: first, Zhu Ju was confident in his own strength, and second, he had other motives.
Cracking his wrists, he strode over to the corpse.
