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Ji Siying was dear to Xiao Luo, who considered her a true friend, and he was enraged by the attack. He despised what he saw, and it was in his nature to stand up for the weak.

Fu Yiren turned around and smiled at Xiao Luo. “Stay where you are if you wish to remain alive!”

Jin Gang saw Xiao Luo poised to react and immediately shouted out, “Listen to her, don’t move! That viper’s venom can bring down an elephant. If it strikes, you will be paralyzed.” Despite their differences, Jin Gang had a grudging respect for Xiao Luo as a fighter and did not wish him to succumb to a snake bite.

But Xiao Luo did not respond to Jin Gang, instead, in a burst of inner energy, he suddenly darted like an arrow toward Fu Yiren without any warning, and aimed a powerful palm strike to her left shoulder like a swooping eagle.

No one had expected Xiao Luo to attack, especially with a venomous serpent on his shoulder ready to strike. And to think that he would actually have a go at Lady Poison was beyond comprehension as it was a path to certain death.

The NSA warriors had their hearts in their throats, seeing Xiao Luo move in to attack despite the apparent dangers he faced.

Fu Yiren was caught flat-footed, never expecting Xiao Luo to attempt to strike her, and she could immediately sense the powerful aura coming from his right palm that was about to smash into her left. She shifted back hurriedly and countered with her own palm, meeting Xiao Luo’s in a tremendous blast of inner power.

BOOM!

A thunderous clap echoed across the ground as waves of energy surged forth from the impact, creating a rippling effect in the surrounding atmosphere. Instantly, Fu Yiren was thrown back, sailing through the air and crashing heavily about eight meters away. As she tried to pick herself up, she trembled and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Fu Yiren’s core ability was her use of poisons, hence, her moniker, “Lady Poison.” But, in terms of fighting skills and inner power, she was no match for Xiao Luo.

Jin Gang’s eyes nearly popped out—he saw Xiao Luo crushing the viper’s head and suddenly noticed two puncture marks on Xiao Luo’s neck. He was dismayed, and a sense of frustration got the better of him as he screamed at Xiao Luo, “You stubborn fool! Why the f**k are you so hotheaded?!”

He had high regard for Xiao Luo and had just warned him not to make any sudden movements. Despite his earnest warning, Xiao Luo not only moved, but he actually attacked Lady Poison. No mortal could survive after making physical contact with any part of Lady Poison’s body, And, Jin Gang was sure that Xiao Luo would drop dead anytime soon, having been exposed to both Lady Poison and her pet serpent’s deadly venom.

“G-g-get... the... d-doctor... now!”

Despite her severe injuries, Ji Siying endured the pain and called out desperately to the NSA warriors.

Several warriors reacted quickly; one immediately took out his phone while another dashed towards the NSA medical center. Even a Grade-S agent would die from Lady Poison’s toxins if medical treatment was not promptly administered.

Xiao Luo stood shakily, and his face was pale. His right palm, which came in contact with Fu Yiren, had turned black from necrosis and reeked with a toxic miasma. The snake bite on his neck caused an extreme burning sensation, like a piece of ember had been placed on his skin, and was swelling with pustules forming around the puncture marks. Soon, the dark tissue coloration in his palm rose up to his arm and toward his heart.

Xiao Luo immediately sat in a lotus position and closed his eyes, summoning his inner power to activate Yi Jinjing to detoxify in his body.

Xiao Luo soon entered a transcendental state, and although his eyes were shut, he could sense everything that was going on around him. His body produced a high level of heat, and wisps of steam evaporated off his skin and the top of his head.

The Yi Jinjing was purifying his body, and toxins were eliminated through his sweat. His recovery was underway at a remarkable pace, and the dark tissue coloration in his arm and swelling in the neck was fading gradually. Even the dark viscous blood oozing from his wounds had returned to a normal bright red.

This was a clear sign that the detoxification process was successful.

The crowd was mystified, for Xiao Luo had discharged Lady Poison’s lethal toxins from his body by himself, and they wondered how a mere mortal could perform such a feat.

The NSA soldiers gulped in utter disbelief as Xiao Luo’s miraculous recovery had completely shattered their understanding of the martial arts world.

Ji Siying was in a stupor; she thought she had seen it all, but Xiao Luo surprised her yet again.

Still slumped on the ground, Fu Yiren gazed at Xiao Luo with a look of both shock and admiration, as she knew better than anyone about the potency of her poison. Any other person struck by her palm would have surely lost the arm, while the green pit viper she raised could easily bring down a dozen grown men.

“He... he has recovered so quickly?”

For the first time in her life, Fu Yiren had encountered a person who was completely immune to her toxins.

Jin Gang scratched his head. When he first enlisted in the NSA, he was considered an exceptional and invincible fighter, until he met Fu Yiren, who overpowered him with her deadly poisons. Now, another superhero had turned up—a monster that defied the logic of science, and even both he and Fu Yiren together would not be able to take him on.

After a brief rest, all the toxins had been completely eliminated from Xiao Luo’s body.

Xiao Luo opened his eyes, then stretched his neck and rotated his right arm to ensure that their function was retained.

When Xiao Luo saw the look on everyone’s faces, he realized that there would be many questions coming his way, but he had already decided that he was not going to explain anything to them.

“You’re truly a genius! You have mastered both Yi Jinjing and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the most powerful of all martial arts!”

A mysterious voice, deep and hoarse, resonated through the air. It was chilling, and everyone started looking around to find the source of the voice, and it seemed to have been spoken by someone on the ground, but he was nowhere to be found.

WHOOSH~

Suddenly, a silhouette flickered from the direction of the office building, flowing in motion like a time-lapse of after-images, and traversing space in seconds. The fast-moving shadow was difficult to make out but looked like a man with his hands on his back, but while he looked unhurried, he was moving incredibly fast.

Xiao Luo blinked to clear his vision, and when he found his focus, a gaunt old man appeared before his eyes.

He had wispy hair and a long beard that was completely white, and his leathery face was wrinkled with age. He was dressed in a simple Chinese tunic, and smiled at Xiao Luo, squinting his eyes.

Despite having the demeanor of a humble elderly man, his mysterious ways struck fear into everyone’s hearts.

Xiao Luo took a step back in trepidation and stared blankly. He stayed on the alert as he could sense the inner strength that emanated from the old man, and he was not a person to be trifled with.

When Jin Gang and Fu Yiren saw this old man, they both saluted without hesitation. The other NSA warriors were not thoroughly familiar with him, but they knew that he was a veteran and had been in the NSA since the victory of the resistance army and formation of the New Hua Nation. He was the old guard, and his reputation as a terrifying force to be reckoned with had preceded him. He was a senior member of NSA who was respected by all the leaders of the Hua Nation.

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