Caught off guard, Yan Shuangfei was kicked squarely and sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut. He crashed heavily to the ground, his blood and qi churning violently in his chest.
He struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his fighting spirit burned even fiercer in his eyes. "Again!"
Man and horse then launched into a fierce struggle in the basin.
Relying on the agile movements honed through days of hunting, Yan Shuangfei repeatedly tried to get close and restrain the Wuzhui Horse, only to be struck again and again by lightning from its horn and kicked flying by its hooves.
Every time the lightning hit him, his entire body went numb and his limbs stiffened, as though countless steel needles were darting through him.
Whenever the horse's hooves sent him flying, the pain was even worse, as if his bones and tendons had been shattered.
Yet the toughness in his bones refused to let him give up. Time and again he fell, and time and again he rose, his gaze growing ever more resolute.
After who knew how long they had fought, Yan Shuangfei was covered in wounds, his clothes torn to rags, his face and body smeared with mud and blood.
Just as he was struck once more by the lightning on the Wuzhui Horse's horn, a powerful numbness swept through his body. He staggered back several steps, when he suddenly felt a faint cracking sound from somewhere deep within him, a place that had been sealed away for ages.
It was a shackle sealing his body, imprisoning his potential like walls of bronze and ramparts of iron. No matter how hard he had tried, he had never been able to budge it in the slightest.
But now,