Song Qingshu had indeed been troubled before over how to deal with him without leaving any traces, but now that he knew his condition, things became much easier.
He did not need to do anything at all. He merely had to dodge. Time was on his side.
Every move Dugu Ming made was a killing blow. Earlier, he had still been treating this like a cat playing with a mouse, but now he could not afford to drag things out. Yet for some reason, his opponent, who should have been utterly unable to resist, suddenly became as slippery as a loach. Though he looked flustered every time, he always barely managed to evade Dugu Ming's attacks.
Dugu Ming did not think much of it, assuming that his stomachache had left him afraid to exert himself, slowing him down.
After attacking twice in succession without achieving anything, Dugu Ming stood rooted to the spot, afraid to move. Those with sharp eyes at ringside could see his face twitching, clearly because he was desperately suppressing the sensation inside him.
Feeling his stomach churning, Dugu Ming knew he was about to lose control. But if he ran to the latrine now, would he not be letting this little bastard off easy?
One more move. Just one last move!
Though he was already on the verge of being unable to hold it in, Dugu Ming was unwilling to give up just like that. He decided to try one final move and knock his opponent down first.
To ensure nothing went wrong, he drew his sword and unleashed Wushuang City's ultimate art, the Sacred Spirit Swordplay. He sealed off every direction his opponent could dodge in. With that fellow's martial arts, he would surely die beneath this move.
"Baoyu, concede quickly!" Xue Baochai immediately grew