But at a moment like this, cursing was obviously useless.
All he could do was grit his teeth and hold on, waiting to see whether his opponent would exhaust his trump cards first or whether he would be unable to take it any longer, lose his mind, and be completely consumed by his berserk state.
However, he soon realized that the little brat across from him didn't seem intent on keeping this up. Light flickered in the boy's eyes, which seemed to swallow and release the sun and moon, brimming with astonishing fighting spirit.
This was clearly the look of someone whose fighting spirit was at its peak. He had no intention of dragging things out with him; he was preparing to counterattack.
Sure enough, San Gou's Yin-Yang Divine Eyes kept releasing divine light, firing it at He Jin's berserk body.
Before, when his body wasn't in berserk form, it hadn't been able to withstand this eye-light very well.
But his body was now as tough as old leather and completely transformed by his berserk state. The eye-light still left marks when it hit him, but they were only minor scratches. Unless he stood completely still and let the boy attack him for half a day or more, attacks of this level couldn't possibly hurt his berserk body.
He Jin couldn't help but sneer.
It seemed the brat across from him couldn't hold out any longer.
If his opponent could still drag things out, he would definitely keep doing so. He Jin's own state was clearly only being maintained through sheer force of will. There was no reason his opponent wouldn't have noticed.
And yet, knowing He Jin was barely holding on, his opponent had chosen to attack—and with the eye-light that had already proven to be ineffective.
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