"Lose to me!"
Xue Jingfeng's gaze was fixated on the area consumed by the Sword Light. Given the strength of his strike, there was no way Ling Chen should have been able to withstand it. It might not kill Ling Chen, but it should, at the very least, severely wound him.
However, the next moment, as the Sword Light faded, a silhouette emerged from the dust cloud.
"How is that possible?"
Xue Jingfeng's pupils contracted abruptly, his face etched with disbelief.
The floor where Ling Chen had stood was completely shattered, pockmarked with craters and holes. Yet, aside from slightly torn clothes and a few minor scratches, Ling Chen was otherwise unscathed. He had weathered the attack almost flawlessly.
