Ma Shaokang showed no fear at all. He pointed his blade at Ma Tianyi and laughed.
"Uncle Yi, it seems you're afraid. Sure enough, the older one gets in the martial world, the smaller one's courage becomes. I remember you weren't this spineless. Back when Father roamed the martial world with you, you went through countless battles and brushes with death. How did you become like this now?
Trying to shake my mind and break my will to fight? Not a bad idea, but unfortunately, it's useless. If you want to beat me, then come and fight me fair and square!"
As soon as the words fell, he paid no attention whatsoever to Zhao Zhen's battle nearby. Instead, he tightened his grip on his saber and charged straight at Ma Tianyi.
His lofty spirit remained undiminished, while his aura became three parts sharper. Combined with his outstanding martial arts, he actually suppressed Ma Tianyi.
Ma Shaokang was a very intelligent man, and also a clear-headed one. He had now fallen into a desperate situation. If he wanted to break the deadlock, he had to find a point of breakthrough.
That breakthrough was definitely not Zhao Zhen, who was holding off the other side. It could only be Ma Tianyi, who was fighting him.
As long as he could swiftly defeat Ma Tianyi, then go relieve his four subordinates, the crisis of being surrounded and killed would probably be resolved.
Otherwise, the longer this dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him.
Ma Shaokang grew more fired up the longer he fought. His true qi was abundant, and his saber force poured forth like a wild storm, unrestrained and inexhaustible, firmly occupying the upper hand.
Especially with the Formless Blade, his lethality and threat level were directly raised by