"Hmph!"
Hex Yong snorted, pursed his lips, and blew gently forward.
A ghastly green radioactive smoke billowed from his mouth. For anyone enveloped by it, the beta decay of the atoms in their body would accelerate wildly. Within a few breaths, their flesh would turn as transparent as glass, and their skeleton would dissolve into drifting phosphorescence.
Even a Martial Saint would find it difficult to resist.
Hex Yong was not skilled in close-quarters combat, but the Cultivation Techniques he had mastered were all astonishingly powerful.
Wuh Ping charged forward like a bolt of lightning, and after throwing just a few punches, his skin was already turning transparent.
"Ignorant!"
Hex Yong said as he dodged:
"The Human Race is weak. The reason we've been able to survive in this post-apocalyptic wasteland and even suppress powerful Exotic Beasts isn't because of our raw physical strength. It's because we know how to use our intelligence."
