Turbulent Water Gathers and Melts Spirits

With a blade through the neck, any Fighter driven to this point was practically doomed. All the opponent had to do was unleash his force, and he could destroy the head or sever it from the body.

Kazama Eiko had actually fallen into the same predicament as Ian. Though he possessed secret teachings and formidable skill, he had no way to bring them into play.

The opponent was too strong and too fast. Even after he had pushed his physical abilities to their limits with a death-defying resolve, it seemed to have no effect. There was still an unseen gulf between them.

His pair of Ghost Eyes fixed on Chen Chuan, who had stepped through the air and now seemed nearly suspended in midair. The fingers of his other free giant hand curled, and with a twist of his wrist, they suddenly thrust toward Chen Chuan's back.

At the same time, wavering yet sharp Spiritual Fire flickered at the tips of those fingers.

This attack was exceedingly covert, positioned precisely in Chen Chuan's blind spot. Aside from that limb, all his other muscles and bones remained motionless. It was so fast that even Red Dust, standing elsewhere, would have no time to rescue him.

He had originally intended to use this move as his final killing blow. Once Chen Chuan came close, it would be enough to pierce through the Spiritual Fire. If its power was fully unleashed, it might even skewer both of them together. Even if he could not perish alongside his opponent, he could heavily injure Chen Chuan. Even if he lost, the latter would have no chance of fighting Takoda afterward.

The light between Chen Chuan's brows flickered faintly. Though he had not released his spiritual form, with the Heavenly Eye present, every movement before, behind,