A crushing defeat—an utterly suspense-free, even cruel, one-sided crushing defeat.
As Euphemia unleashed her 'Ten Blade Style.'
Chen Kong, who had still been able to hold his own against her for a while, was now completely trapped in a desperate situation with no ability to fight back.
Amid flashing blades and dancing swords, wound after wound began appearing across Chen Kong's body.
Bright red blood unknowingly soaked his entire body.
Throughout this process, it wasn't as if Chen Kong hadn't struggled.
But whether it was the Yu Clan Gun-Fu he had just learned, or the Star Core · Mark of the Void that had undergone one awakening—
Under Euphemia's sheer attribute values and overwhelming skill, they had utterly become a joke.
Mark of the Void?
No matter how well the Mark of the Void restrained Star Source and techniques, it could not block real slashes on the physical level.
Gun-Fu?
How were bullets that couldn't even touch the hem of the opponent's clothes any different from fireworks that scattered once a celebration was over?
Before an absolute disparity in strength, a despair called 'helplessness' completely overtook Chen Kong's mind.
His limbs grew heavier and heavier, his eyelids drooped further and further.
His once fairly fluid Gun-Fu movements gradually twisted and fell apart under Euphemia's unceasing blade light.
In his daze, Chen Kong only felt his mind become muddled as memories of the past surged over him like a tide.
He suddenly remembered his childhood—remembered the Ember Base of his childhood, remembered those people in the base whom he had not seen for a long time.
And when Chen Kong compared himself to those people from his memories, bitterness welled up in his heart.
I really have always been protected by others.
Perhaps he truly should do as Euphemia said: admit