The Inner Scenery seemed to turn black and white.
Facing two Professional-Level opponents, both experts in solo combat techniques and members of a Sequence Army, Qin Shi was simply outmatched.
His vaunted stats were useless, and the Four Limits couldn't stop his powerful opponents from attacking him from both sides.
He couldn't last more than a few exchanges before Qin Shi was thoroughly "killed."
His vision went black, and he started over.
Again and again.
It was like playing a soul-like game on Hell difficulty.
Jiang Shijie's ability to break through, combined with Lin Xiong's formidable defense.
When the two launched their assault, they were like a mobile fortress.
Qin Shi could barely find an opening.
The most despairing part was that both men served in the Seventh Legion. They were well-trained and coordinated, and even their combat techniques complemented each other, producing an effect far greater than the sum of their parts.
"The New Martial Arts Faction's true stage is the battlefield. Tactics bring out the strengths of each unit!"
After dying dozens of times, Qin Shi's Sea of Consciousness felt like a drained pool, and he was utterly listless.
He paused his "Stacked Armor," gasped for breath, and began circulating the Void Meditation Method.
The ancient mirror reflected him, adjusting his mental fluctuations and keeping his mind steady.
"Don't you think this way of taking hits is too slow?"
Super Little He had returned from mining with a pickaxe over his shoulder. Back beneath the big tree, she glanced sideways at Qin Shi, who lay sprawled on the ground, looking utterly drained.
He could barely move a finger. Languidly, he asked,
"Then what do you think I should do?"
Super Little He offered her advice, leaning closer.
"Your Mental Realm isn't what it used to be. Now that