Facing Crocodile Changzai, who had already found his rhythm, Ye Xiwen could only stay on the defensive, leaving him extraordinarily frustrated.
Whether in speed or strength, Ye Xiwen had always held an overwhelming advantage. Yet now, Crocodile Changzai had completely forced him into the disadvantage.
Crocodile Changzai's long spear was as uncanny as a venomous serpent. Its appearances came without the slightest warning. At his level, his martial cultivation had long since reached its pinnacle. Any move was no longer merely bound by the move itself; it could even be said that he had entered the realm where no move surpassed having a move.
Thus, his attacks had no predictable trajectory at all. They could change at any moment, and every strike carried the traces of his Dao.
Ordinarily, none of this would have amounted to much. Ye Xiwen himself had also entered such a realm, so he was not entirely incapable of resisting. The true problem was that Crocodile Changzai was even faster than Ye Xiwen. Often, Ye Xiwen could only react at the very last instant. Being suppressed in speed for the first time left him extremely passive.
Many times, he had no way to dodge directly and could only choose to take the attacks head-on. Yet when he did, he was suppressed in strength as well. This stifled feeling let him understand for the first time what his opponents had felt—utterly helpless.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Terrifying collisions continued without end. The hand gripping Ye Xiwen's sword had already become a bloody mess, and his arm trembled faintly. That was the aftermath of the terrifying force pouring into it during the clashes.
Several more wounds had appeared on his body. One had even pierced straight through his arm, blood dripping ceaselessly from it. He had suffered that injury