Zhao Ritian and the Strategist had their four arms tangled together, locking each other in place. Their two blades pointed at different angles—one at Zhao Ritian's eye, the other at the Strategist's own pupil.
Zhao Ritian strained. "Hngh—!"
The blade slid forward. The Strategist leaned back, and just as the tip was about to pierce his eyeball, he hurriedly exerted himself, channeling true qi to force out more strength. He instead suppressed Zhao Ritian, and the blade slowly began moving toward Zhao Ritian's eye.
The Strategist strained as well. "Nngh—!"
Zhao Ritian's true qi was weaker than the Strategist's, and he could only desperately resist as he was forced back!
After failing to overpower Zhao Ritian for so long, the Strategist's breath weakened. Zhao Ritian immediately pressed back against him. "Hah—!"
The Strategist could not hold on either. At last, he drew another breath and forced Zhao Ritian back again. "Urgh—!"
The two men and their two blades pushed back and forth. Each had his strengths, and the situation was extremely dangerous.
They could not disengage now. Whoever pulled away first would be severely injured by the other.
They might as well gamble on it and go straight for each other's life!
Zhao Ritian saw that this could not continue and suddenly had an idea. His knee shot upward.
"Urgh!" The Strategist was in agony! The pain from his crotch nearly made him unable to hold on.
But he endured it!
A real man, a true man! How could he lose the will to live over such a little pain!?
Besides, the Strategist countered with a knee strike of his own!
Bang!
"Mm!" Zhao Ritian tightly pursed his lips and widened his eyes.
It hurt! So this was how much Long Aotian had hurt back then!
A gentleman never let