Ling Wuyuan did not have to wait long.
After only a few dozen breaths,
Shen Zhenhai had finished preparing his final attempt.
And during those few dozen breaths,
amid tens of thousands of exchanges,
in order to conserve the little power he had left,
Shen Zhenhai directly chose to bring the rhythm back once more to the most straightforward close-quarters blade fight.
Ling Wuyuan
did not reject that choice either.
Then—
he took more than a hundred of his opponent's sword strikes in succession!!
Truth be told,
facing Shen Zhenhai, who had already pushed his combat techniques to the limit of his current strength,
if Ling Wuyuan's Gray Mist Transformation had not been so disgusting and shamelessly overpowered,
he would likely have been chopped into mincemeat on the spot during the close-quarters battle.
At the very least,
without using his other abilities, his close-quarters combat skills were completely inferior to Shen Zhenhai's.
However,
as the battle continued,
after who knew how many attempts,
Ling Wuyuan, whose combat techniques had been steadily improving through forcibly trading injury for injury and all manner of self-sacrificing attacks, still gradually managed to leave several new wounds on Shen Zhenhai.
Those were injuries that would have been fatal on ordinary people,
but to cultivators, could only be considered minor wounds.
If not for the gray mist clinging to him relentlessly,
Shen Zhenhai could have completely healed the injuries on his body in an instant.
Therefore, although those injuries did indeed weaken Shen Zhenhai and force him to expend much power suppressing them in real time, their greatest function could perhaps only be called harassment.
The effects brought by those injuries truly were not great.
As long as Shen Zhenhai was given some time to handle them wholeheartedly, he had every means of recovering from them.