CLANG CLANG CLANG—
A fierce clash was underway on the stage.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of rounds had passed.
Chen Kuang's Mad Demon Staff Technique was purely offensive, but he struggled to make any headway against the airtight blockade of his opponent's blade net. Gradually, his stamina began to wane and his strength flagged.
SHLICK!
Finally, Li Shui's long saber slipped past the large staff and sliced a huge gash across Chen Kuang's chest, so deep that bone was visible. The thick stench of blood immediately filled the air.
"I concede!"
Realizing the situation was hopeless, Chen Kuang didn't press the matter. He leaped off the stage, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began circulating his qi and blood to heal his injuries as if no one else was there.
