Not being paralyzed didn't mean he couldn't fight.
But if he, a Soul Elder with a top-tier Beast Martial Soul who had received the finest training in the world since childhood, ended up being beaten into a sorry state by a Soul Grandmaster of low birth with an unimpressive Martial Soul...
Then even if he won, he had still lost.
Dugu Yan watched on!
Yu Tianheng was serious, but the habits he had developed over the years still came back to bite him.
He had assumed that no one would go all out right at the start of a battle. There was always a period of probing.
That would give him some room to show off.
To display his grace, quickly earn the new teammate's approval, and leave a better impression on Dugu Yan.
Yet, he had been given the chance to show off, only to be the one embarrassing himself.
Fang Ling had gone all out from the start, and his Soul Skill was a high-powered, one-time enhancement skill that could be activated extremely quickly.
Yu Tianheng had taken the hit head-on and was the first to be injured.
This was simply...
Yu Tianheng's feelings were complicated.
"Alright, enough nonsense. How can a battle end halfway through!"
Without waiting for Yu Tianheng to reply, Fang Ling charged forward again.
He gripped the sickle in his left hand and slashed back from the left, its outer edge facing Yu Tianheng.
The rhythm was now his battle rhythm!
Yu Tianheng retreated, trying to evade.
Fang Ling stepped forward, raised his right hand, and switched to a reverse grip on the sickle.
Halfway through its swing, the Scythe Blade traced a cold arc through the air, changing direction so that its inner edge now faced Yu Tianheng.
With extra force from his