Yang Ming no longer carried the trace of wild arrogance he had shown when they first met. His steps were grounded, his whole body slightly tense and on guard. "I already know you've entered the Dao."
Lu Cang raised an eyebrow. His right hand loosely gripped the battle spear that had taken shape, and he seemed far more relaxed than Yang Ming.
"So you're still going to stop me?"
"Even though you already lost once, you want to try again?"
Hearing Lu Cang's question, Yang Ming gave a sudden, amused laugh. "Haha! What warrior would retreat without a fight?"
"Before I met you, I'd never lost."
"But if losing just once made me fall into despair... how could I face the path I've walked?"
Yang Ming stepped forward, and the aura around him gradually surged once more.
"Losing last time doesn't mean I'll lose this time. If I know I'm not as skilled, then I just have to work harder."
Yang Ming spread his feet and clenched both fists, taking a fighting stance.
His gaze fixed firmly on Lu Cang.
Though Lu Cang was clearly within sight, his body seemed indistinct and unreal, as if he weren't actually standing before Yang Ming at all.
The pressure Lu Cang brought to bear was much stronger than when they'd last met.
Lu Cang's expression grew serious as well. "Actually, if we're being honest, the gap between us is indeed a little smaller this time than it was last time."
As soon as Lu Cang finished speaking,
Yang Ming felt immense force slam into his lower abdomen.
Boom!
Yet Lu Cang remained where he was, without moving an inch.
"Cang Dao—Dao Three: Cause of Life."
Strike first, then attack.
The blow tore a massive hole through Yang Ming's abdomen, and his body flew