Death in the Right Place

"He ran for longer than we did, going back and forth for over five hundred kilometers... In terms of physical exertion, he should have expended even more energy than I did. Every thrust of his sword was packed with brute force, so his physical exertion was three times more intense than mine... Why..."

Emperor Chong Shan looked at Baili Qingfeng...

He looked neither sore in the waist nor aching in the legs, neither flushed nor out of breath. It seemed that even if he thrust another five hundred times in one breath, it would cost him no effort.

But five hundred thrusts...

Baili Qingfeng could unleash them, but he might not be able to dodge them all.

As panic seized his heart, Baili Qingfeng's sword suddenly closed in!

Emperor Chong Shan's true qi erupted, twisting his body. But because he was a fraction too slow in evading, the biting Sword Light carried by the blade instantly carved a streak of blood across his face.

That streak of blood...

Was only the beginning!

The drastic depletion of his stamina had clearly slowed him down.

Just as he had previously guessed, Baili Qingfeng's swordsmanship relied on suppressing his opponent with strength and speed, making it naturally invincible. But against an expert of the same rank, the opponent could see through it in moments.

But now...

As his stamina drained and his hands and feet slowed, he gradually fell to the point where his strength and speed were being suppressed by Baili Qingfeng.

"No, if this continues... I'll die here..."

Emperor Chong Shan's heartbeat accelerated violently.

Counterattack!

He had to counterattack!

Otherwise, once Baili Qingfeng truly exhausted his stamina, only a dead end would await him!

Seeing Baili Qingfeng's crude swordsmanship—swordsmanship that any War God-level martial artist would surpass by a whole level—thrust