Chu Huaixu has too many trump cards.
If he plays all his trump cards, his overall combat power is quite exaggerated.
However, he's also unsure whether Xiaoxu, wielding the Evil Sword with his left hand, has managed to unleash a portion of its power.
"Is it at fifty percent?" he wondered to himself.
But even if it's really fifty percent, if Xu Ziqing wields the sword with his right hand, he estimates that he would still undoubtedly lose at this stage.
This put him under a lot of pressure.
"Should I just have Xiaoxu surrender?"
"Anyway, it's just a matter of me saying a word," Chu Huaixu mused.
If he asked Xiaoxu to withdraw from the competition, he might immediately do so.
But of course, that was just a joke.
The Heart Sword within his Sea of Consciousness seemed to sense his emotions.
It dragged its sickly "body" and still tried to cheer Chu Huaixu on, its fighting spirit incredibly high.
