Battle Against Qin Xin! (3)

Cheng Shi stood utterly still, while Qin Xin was sent flying backward.

Against all expectations, the burly, powerfully built Qin Xin had failed to last even one round against Cheng Shi. Today's Warrior's punch had caved in Mirror Walker's armor and sent him flying like a torn piece of cloth.

Qin Xin's face was filled with shock. He felt the tremendous force surging from Cheng Shi's arm, then looked at that withered arm, which resembled a dead branch. His eyes narrowed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Filth and Decay, rot, evil power...

Good, good, good. So you really don't have any taboos."

Cheng Shi had not expected his opponent to be so useless either. He stared at his own hand in bewilderment, then looked toward where Qin Xin had fallen. Instead of offering any comfort, he gave a mocking laugh and said, "Is that all?"

For a warrior, this was undoubtedly the greatest insult. Yet Qin Xin's fury did not intensify. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a "fiery" smile.

He had seen it. Cheng Shi wanted to fight him too—a fight without excuses or reasons, with both of them throwing themselves into it completely. Perfect. He wanted to have a match with Cheng Shi as well.

He had suppressed himself for far too long. In that hopeless world, he had been cautious everywhere and vigilant at every moment. To keep that flickering flame from dying out, he had exhausted himself every second of every day. That despair of seeking something unattainable while trudging forward blindly had nearly driven him mad. And now, he felt that he had to go mad at least once—in a world that did not belong to him, in a battle that required no memories, against Cheng Shi, who was not