Clang!
Kong Geyou was sent sprawling once again when the weapons clashed, his greatsword flying from his hand and hitting the ground.
No.
Panting, ignoring the agonizing pain in his chest and abdomen, he crawled awkwardly toward his sword.
He had to fight.
He had to get back on his feet.
"How much did Feisuo pay you?"
Standing opposite him, Luosang the Second asked expressionlessly, "Was it worth fighting this desperately?"
A fortune enough to change his life?
Or a promise to eliminate all future worries?
Kong Geyou reached his greatsword and gave a soft scoff.
Money?
How ridiculous.
The Hundred Paces Ranger struggled to pick up his greatsword and shakily rose to his feet.
"I volunteered. I wasn't paid."
"Then is it a personal grudge?"
Luosang the Second stared numbly at his gritting, struggling opponent.
"Did I hurt your friend, or your lover?"
"Neither."
"Then why are you doing this?"
Kong Geyou clenched his teeth and shook his head before launching another attack!
Not bad—Luosang the Second slowly nodded—the opponent's attack had form, steady and composed. Clearly, he had learned from the disadvantage of his earlier blitz.
But it only had form.
Clang!
With a sharp ring, Luosang the Second launched an unexpected counterattack. The two figures touched and immediately separated.
Compared to the assassin's effortless ease, Kong Geyou grunted and staggered back seven or eight steps. In the end, his strength failed him, and he had no choice but to brace himself against his sword while panting violently.
Luosang the Second shook the blood from his blade and advanced step by step.
Not for money, and not for anyone?
Then this fellow had simply gotten hotheaded and gone mad wanting fame.
"Feisuo."
The assassin stopped.
"What?"
Kong Geyou panted as he slowly turned his head and looked at