Life and Death, Strength and Weakness Represent Right and Wrong

"Faster."

"The cage needs to shrink even faster—"

The speaker was Kang Xingcheng.

At that moment.

As the primary frontal attacker, although his teammates' support meant that his injuries were not yet serious,

his mood and words still carried considerable anxiety and heaviness.

That was because, through the repeated clashes of sword against sword, his understanding of Ling Wuyuan's rate of growth far surpassed that of the other three.

He could see with perfect clarity that during this period of combat, Ling Wuyuan had not only completely adapted to the current rhythm of battle, but had also relied on his extraordinary talent to forcibly learn, amid this incomparably fierce fight, many things that Kang Xingcheng himself had only mastered after painstakingly spending thousands upon thousands of years.

Even

many of Kang Xingcheng's secret sword techniques

had been forcibly learned by Ling Wuyuan on the spot through their repeated exchanges—as though he were sincerely teaching the other man swordsmanship.

Without question,

that was an incomparably agonizing feeling.

One had to know,

some of those secret sword techniques

had taken Kang Xingcheng an extremely long time and countless efforts to master back then.

Yet

Ling Wuyuan, his current opponent, did not even need a manual. After merely exchanging a few rounds with him, he could perfectly master them...

Faced with such a situation, Kang Xingcheng could not help but feel fear and despair.

It was an absolute gap in talent. Even though his realm far surpassed Ling Wuyuan's, he could only look up at him. Moreover, the feeling of personally watching the other man constantly draw nourishment from him every moment, while he himself was utterly powerless to stop it, made Kang Xingcheng feel pain from the bottom of his heart—as though someone were repeatedly proving before his very eyes that all