Game of Wits

Chen Yi recalled the Blood of Slaughter that had been attacking Kai Bing, reducing the drain on his health.

Kai Bing remained suspended in midair, the silver sword in its scabbard trembling continuously and emanating terrifying fluctuations.

While Harlin had been suppressing Chen Yi, he had been charging up all along.

He had used his fists and kicks to repel the Blood of Slaughter, and bloodstains covered most of his body.

Silver aura and momentum had both been concentrated onto the sword.

His next strike was bound to be earth-shattering.

But Harlin was dead.

With no one left to suppress Chen Yi, should he still unleash that strike?

According to Kai Bing's calculations, his opponent should be able to move through space again.

His sword could not yet transcend space.

So he could only aim for the instant his opponent emerged from it.

He had only one chance.

Both sides were in terrible condition.

With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Yi sent several streams of Blood of Slaughter flying out.

Since you won't make a move, then I'll do it.

Kai Bing knew he could not drag this out any longer.

If he continued waiting, the enemy's condition would only improve after killing his comrades.

So...

Chen Yi took a step into space.

Kai Bing, who had been swinging his sword, abruptly turned the blade. The slash carrying the force of a mountain collapse descended on the other side.

As the slash fell, a figure stepped out of space.

Boom!!!

The ground split open with a massive fissure, ten thousand meters deep and of immeasurable length.

Mountains crumbled before it, rivers were severed by it.

Only the enormous echo continued reverberating through the area.

The attacked figure turned into lava and vanished before Kai Bing's eyes.

I lost.