From the very beginning, Fifth Heartbreak had not displayed weak strength, so no one had expected that he had actually been hiding his power—or rather, had not used his full strength at all. That was why he had succeeded.
But he understood even more clearly that even if he had been on guard from the start, it would have been useless. The strength Fifth Heartbreak had displayed was far more tyrannical than he had imagined. His chest was his weak point, but it was also where his defenses were strongest. Yet it had still been breached in a single stroke. One could well imagine that Fifth Heartbreak's terror far surpassed ordinary expectations.
Fifth Heartbreak did not continue to press the attack to the bitter end. After all, this was only a sparring match. Defeating his opponent was enough.
Bang! The light arrows lodged in the Werewolf Bloodthirsty Hunter's chest instantly shattered, turning into specks of light that filled the air before vanishing. The wounds on the Werewolf Bloodthirsty Hunter's chest also began healing rapidly.
"I admit defeat this time, Fifth Heartbreak. If there is another chance in the future, I will challenge you again!" the Werewolf Bloodthirsty Hunter said unwillingly.
"A chance in the future?" Fifth Heartbreak raised the corner of his mouth. "There will be no future chance. I have gained much from today's battle. Once I break through to the Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm, you will not even be able to block a single finger of mine!"
"You!" The Werewolf Bloodthirsty Hunter's expression stiffened at once. Clearly, Fifth Heartbreak had never regarded him as worthy of notice.
Yet he had no way to say anything more. Perhaps for now, he could still fight Fifth Heartbreak by relying on his far longer years of cultivation. But once