You're Really a Bit Picky~

What should a battle be like?

Effortless?

Heart-stopping?

Impossible to predict who would win?

As for that question...

Kang Xingcheng felt that a so-called battle should at least involve exchanges between both sides.

If there could not even be any back-and-forth,

then what kind of battle was that?

At most, it was just one side putting on a solo performance!

Therefore, taking advantage of the time his companions had bought for him, he had directly adjusted himself to his best possible state.

He had even used, at any cost, all kinds of secret techniques specifically meant to temporarily increase his strength.

Everything he did had been for the sake of clashing head-on with Ling Wuyuan and defeating him.

But—while the idea had been beautiful, reality was brutally thin.

Even after going that far,

it would not have been an exaggeration to say he had exerted twelve hundred percent of his effort.

Yet the gap in speed between him and Ling Wuyuan had not narrowed in the slightest...

Even though it was all over now,

Kang Xingcheng still could not remember at all how he had been struck before...

He only remembered that after Ling Wuyuan finished speaking and took his stance, he had originally intended to receive two of Ling Wuyuan's moves head-on, to test just how fast that speed—one Ling Wuyuan claimed he might not even be able to maintain for 0.1 seconds—really was. Then... then there had been no then.

He remembered the beginning.

He remembered the end as well.

But what exactly happened in between,

he knew absolutely nothing about.

He only knew that by the time his confidence-filled self gradually came to his senses, he had already become this gravely injured, dying wreck.

He could not even remember how he had been hurt—as though a portion