Chen Xingdong drew the Black Blade from his back, originally thinking he wouldn't need to use it, but now he had no choice.
Since they won't speak, let's give it a try!
Chen Xingdong's aura surged wildly, his figure swiftly approaching Lin Chen like lightning, striking out with a blade.
Lin Chen didn't dodge, meeting the blade with all his strength.
The two knives collided heavily in midair, the strong energy attached to the blades fiercely clashing, then exploding like a nuclear bomb from the point of impact, a terrifying Qi Force radiating in all directions.
Lin Chen's face turned slightly pale, his vitality fluctuating internally.
Lin Chen didn't mind; his combat power had increased, comparable to seventh-level combat power, but it was normal to be temporarily less adept against those old contestants who had been tempered at the seventh level for years.
As long as there isn't overwhelming suppression, it's fine.
