Fu Hua, Lying in a Pool of Blood, Still Told Kiana to Go-Forced to Become Otto's Guide

"Taixuan Sword God." Gu Yuena spoke softly, a faint chill surfacing beneath her silver lashes. "Both of them used Taixuan Sword God. One used a sword, the other fists. They came from the same source, yet walked opposite paths."

"So this battle was never a fight to the death from the start," Huo Yuhao said. "It was a recognition of kin. A recognition through blades."

On the screen, the two fought faster and faster. Li Sushang's swordsmanship was like a great river, one wave rising before the last had fallen, its sweeping momentum seeming capable of splitting the sky itself. Fu Hua neither retreated nor evaded, using her fists as swords. Every strike had been honed to perfection, like the purest movements distilled from fifty thousand years of battle. Countless craters were stamped into the wasteland beneath their feet. Sword light and fist winds tore open the earth like a rainstorm with no audience.

"Fu Hua was holding back," Rong Nianbing suddenly said.

"Not holding back," Tang San said. "She simply couldn't bring herself to strike. She had recognized Li Sushang's style long ago. It was the thing she knew best. It was like seeing an old shadow of herself drawing a sword against her. She could repel her, she could suppress her, but she held back in her fists. She was afraid of hurting this child from her homeland."

"But Li Sushang didn't know," Tang Wulin said in a low voice. "She only knew that the person before her was terrifyingly strong. She had no choice but to go all out. The fiercer her sword became, the more Fu Hua restrained her fists. This wasn't mutual destruction. One was fighting desperately, while the other was desperately trying not to hurt her."

On the screen, Li Sushang suddenly leaped into