Since Han Sen started to practice Jadeskin, his resistance to toxins had become very strong. Especially now that he had reached the first tier of Jadeskin, normal toxins would not work on him at all.
The purple marten's toxins made him feel like he was poisoned, which showed how toxic it was.
Fortunately, Jadeskin was still working. After the purple blood flowed for a while, it returned to its original color. The wound closed up and stopped bleeding.
However, the purple marten was so fast and agile that it could quickly change its direction in the air. Han Sen punched it a dozen times, but none of his punches hit it.
Fortunately, Han Sen hadn't been wasting his time practicing his footwork. Using his mysterious footwork, he dodged the purple mink's lightning-fast pounce.
The man and the marten fought in the snow. The small body of the marten had the absolute advantage, fiercely attacking Han Sen in the air.
Unfortunately, most creatures were not as smart as humans. This sacred-blood purple marten had amazing physical fitness and fighting talent, but it was only relying on its wildness and instinct.
Han Sen used his footwork. It seemed that he was at a disadvantage, but in fact, he was in control of the situation. Using bait and positioning, he gradually forced the purple marten to a position that Han Sen needed.
The skills of Dongxuan Sutra could not only be used in footwork, but also in punches and kicks.
It was a bit like Wang Hou's Sprocket Sword, except that Sprocket Sword was a combination of two swords, while Dongxuan Sutra was more extensive and delicate.
Any part of the body could be used to attack.
However, the more attacks one used, the more difficult it would be to make a layout, and the more comprehensive it would be.
Han Sen had just started to practice, so he had not reached a high level. It was already difficult for him to make a layout with his fists.
Other people's boxing skills were based on their physical strength, but Han Sen's boxing skills were based on his brain power.
After one punch, he had to figure out how to follow up with ten or even dozens of punches.
He had to figure out how to position himself, what his opponent's reaction would be, and how to deal with his opponent's different reactions and responses.
There were too many things to consider.
Usually, after one punch, Han Sen could already see the result of the dozen punches, not just the result of one punch.
Of course, Han Sen could not be 100% accurate. After all, if there was a layout, there would be a way to break it, and the opponent would not necessarily follow his layout.
This boxing skill was only a way to win when the strength was balanced. If one could win with strength, there was no need to use so much brain power. The way of a king was to win with strength.
Han Sen had no other choice. After all, most of the enemies he had encountered were stronger than he was. It was impossible for him to win with raw power.
It was a pity that the sacred-blood purple marten was not smart enough to see the danger in Han Sen's boxing. Although it was much faster than Han Sen, it was pushed into a corner by Han Sen.
Not long after, Han Sen threw out a punch. His fist was like ice and jade, hitting the purple marten hard. The purple marten was in a state where it could not dodge at all. Naturally, it was hit by Han Sen.
Bang!
The gentle force penetrated into the sacred-blood purple mink's body. The mink was blown a dozen meters away and did not stop until it smashed through several meters of glacier.
Han Sen was about to chase after it, but the purple marten suddenly got up from the ground and ran away in the opposite direction of Han Sen.
However, the purple marten was obviously injured, coughing up blood from time to time, and was not as fast as before.
Han Sen would not let it go and chased after the sacred-blood purple mink. The man and the mink were chasing each other in the snow. After all, Han Sen was not as fast as the sacred-blood purple mink and could not catch up with it for a while.
Because of its injury, the purple marten could not get rid of Han Sen and coughed up blood from time to time. If this continued, even if Han Sen could not catch up with it, it would cough itself to death.
Han Sen thought he could kill the sacred-blood purple marten soon, but he did not expect the purple marten to have such a strong will to survive. He chased it for four days and four nights without even blinking. When Han Sen was about to give up, the purple marten finally stopped running and stopped.
Han Sen dragged his tired body to the sacred-blood purple marten and found that it was dying.
"Sacred-blood ghost-clawed marten killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood ghost-clawed marten gained. Eat its meat to gain zero to ten sacred geno points randomly."
The long-lost voice finally sounded in Han Sen's mind again, and a beast soul of ghost-clawed marten appeared in his mind.
Han Sen was not in the mood to look at the beast soul of ghost-clawed marten. He sat on the snow and flopped down.
After chasing the ghost-clawed marten for four days and four nights, Han Sen himself was exhausted. It was only with his determination and the endurance of Jadeskin that he could last until now.
On the way, for fear of attracting the attention of other creatures, Han Sen did not dare to use the Golden Howler.
After all, the Golden Howler was only a super mount in First God's Sanctuary. If it was maximized, it might be able to catch up with the ghost-clawed marten. However, in its small form, it was much slower and useless.
Therefore, Han Sen could only chase the marten on foot. Now Han Sen did not even want to move a finger.
After lying in the snow for two or three hours, Han Sen still felt sore all over. He did not even want to move his fingers, let alone stand up.
"Hey, friend, are you okay?
You can't sleep here. You will die. "
A tall woman saw Han Sen lying in the snow from afar and quickly ran over. She pushed Han Sen who was lying in the snow and said.
Han Sen was really tired. Seeing that she didn't grab the dead body of the ghost-clawed fox and didn't mean any harm, he didn't stand up and said lazily, "Don't worry about me. I won't die."
Since he had mastered the first tier of Jadeskin, Han Sen would not die even if he was buried in the snow, let alone just sleeping in the snow.
"You will die."
The woman frowned, pulled Han Sen up from the snow and put him on her back. She picked up the body of the marten with the other hand and walked, saying carelessly, "You became like this after killing such a small thing. Men are so unreliable."
"Put me down. I can walk by myself." Han Sen did not know whether to laugh or cry. The woman was tall and strong, and she was also very careless.
"Don't worry. I will carry you back to God's Sanctuary for free," said the woman carelessly.