Same level?
It had been a long time since he'd had such a wonderful fight. The enemies he'd kept running into were all level-eight Skin Stealers, level-eight mages, or indescribable, unknowable things lurking in the shadows.
Or else they were the likes of Aertemi, Lotie, Ekhatol, and Ansu...
Every other one was a god, and every other one was level nine.
It was enough to drive him crazy.
Same level?
Forget same level. These days, even fighting a lone level-eight Class-changer felt like a low-level match to Lu Cang.
And he was supposed to fight a level-five Warrior?
Forget being the same level. His mage level was even one level higher than Yang Ming's.
If I can't beat you... I might as well kill myself right now.
Yang Ming's body was hit ten thousand times in an instant!
But the Warrior's powerful physique kept him from being killed in a single blow!
Even so, the tremendous force still rattled his internal organs.
It even shattered a large portion of his protective qi.
His breathing was thrown off, and his defenses were completely broken.
If he were an ordinary Warrior, that would be one thing.
Breathing was an important part of a Warrior's combat. If the rhythm and pace of one's breathing were disrupted, it would greatly affect one's ability to use qi.
A weak Warrior whose breathing was disrupted would suffer a major drop in combat strength.
Protecting one's breathing was an essential lesson for any Warrior.
But...
It was one thing for a novice Warrior to have his breathing disrupted. But as a level-nine Warrior, with all his experience... how could he be—
No.
The situation was obvious. This man's attacks were simply too heavy!
"Yang Ming."
"Are you ready?"
After ten thousand hits in an instant, before Yang