After a terrible attack, Ma Shanbao's body was covered with scorched black wounds, some of which were deep enough to show the bones. In the end, he was beaten back to his original shape and collapsed on the ground panting. The color of despair.

Ning Qi walked towards Ma Shanbao, stopped when he was still hundreds of meters away, and said with a faint smile, "Your skills are still a little bit worse?"

Ma Shanbao calculated the distance between the two, and found that even if he made a violent attack at this distance, he was not sure that he would kill the opponent with one blow. His eyes suddenly showed a thoughtful look, he didn't care about losing face, and now he only wanted to stabilize the opponent , at least save your own life.