Zhai Le refused to back down.
He immediately retorted, "It's still unknown who will live and who will die."
Gongxi Chou sneered.
"Of course—I'll live, and you'll die!"
The long whip in his hand seemed to turn into a wicked, venomous green serpent. Its tip broke through the sound barrier with a sharp crack that made the ears throb and itch. The whip's sharp barbs sprang out, each one gleaming with a cold light. Up close, they even gave off a heady, rotten fragrance.
Zhai Le had briefly crossed hands with Gongxi Chou.
He had some understanding of the latter, but the instant this long whip appeared, Zhai Le still couldn't help turning grave.
It was completely different!
The Gongxi Chou before him was nothing like the one from that night!
It wasn't that the Gongxi Chou from that night—or the one here today—was an impostor. Rather, the pressure radiating from him was on an entirely different level. At the time, Zhai Le had only felt that the whip was dangerous. This time, he had a premonition—
He was going to die!
Zhai Le had no choice but to grit his teeth and fight with all his might.
He unleashed a streak of black martial energy.
At last, a crack appeared in Gongxi Chou's impassive expression. He guided the whip, which was about to collide head-on with the martial energy, out of its path.
With no target, the martial energy struck the ground. It sliced through like a knife through tofu, leaving a mark half a palm wide and half a zhang deep!
"Unexpected. You've improved since last time."
He glanced at the mark beneath his feet.
The martial energy had condensed without dispersing, and now possessed the power to cut through metal and jade. When ordinary martial artists wielded