As the clash continued, the black robed man knew he couldn't let Han Yu have the advantage. He was surprised to find out that while Han Yu was weaker than him in cultivaiton, his body was surprisingly strong and his battle senses even more.
The young man ignored pain and injuries, dealing one wound in exchange for enduring two.
"ENOUGH!" Finally, the black-robed cultivator roared and unleashed a burst of dark Qi.
"Darklight Burst!"
WHOOSH
The energy exploded outward, sending Han Yu flying through the air like a rag doll.
THUD
He crashed into a massive tree trunk with a thud that rattled his bones and collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
"UGH!"
Pain surged through his entire body, every nerve screaming. Blood dripped from his mouth, and his vision wavered.
The black-robed cultivator rose slowly, his own face bruised and his nose bleeding. His robe was torn and spattered with mud. His pride burned hotter than his wounds.
