Zhao Feng's sword thrust forward with a howl of wind. Lin Taichu hurriedly raised his halberd to block it. With a clang, the halberd's shaft hummed from the impact, and even the web between his thumb and forefinger went numb.
Zhao Feng immediately followed with another strike, the sword tip aimed straight at his brow. Lin Taichu tilted his body to the side, and the blade grazed past his ear, slicing away a lock of hair.
"Is that all you've got?" Zhao Feng sneered, his sword moving even faster as one move after another rained down on Lin Taichu.
Lin Taichu could only keep dodging and blocking. He had yet to recover the strength he had spent fighting Meat Mountain, and dealing with Zhao Feng became increasingly difficult. Sweat streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
After another dozen exchanges, Lin Taichu's movements slowed. Zhao Feng seized the opportunity and slashed at his trident, trying to knock it from his hands.
Lin Taichu hurriedly tightened his grip on the shaft, but Zhao Feng was too strong. He could not hold on, and the trident was knocked sideways, exposing an opening at his chest.
Zhao Feng's eyes lit up. He instantly changed his slash into a thrust, driving the sword tip toward Lin Taichu's chest.
It was already too late for Lin Taichu to dodge. He could only watch helplessly as the sword came at him. He instinctively leaned back, but the blade still cut across his chest, and blood immediately gushed out.
With a muffled splurt, a sharp pain tore through Lin Taichu's chest. His body swayed, and he nearly collapsed.
Taking advantage of the moment, Zhao Feng kicked him in the stomach. Lin Taichu staggered back several steps before falling onto the platform with a thud, unable