Because of the drug's effects, Jin Bingyun was far more sensitive than usual. The moment she heard the word "use," her pretty face flushed crimson. She had clearly misunderstood.
The Sky-Connecting Shaman said coldly, "You're injured. You're no match for me."
Song Qingshu looked relaxed. "But you can't kill me either."
"You're absurdly confident." The Sky-Connecting Shaman's clothes billowed as his power filled the surrounding area, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "How could someone without confidence ever become a Grandmaster?" He stood there like an incomparably sharp sword, as though he could cleave through anything with a single slash.
The Sky-Connecting Shaman's expression shifted uncertainly. Truthfully, he did think this was a fine opportunity to eliminate Song Qingshu, then use Jin Bingyun to get rid of Pang Ban. With that, he would take out two Grandmasters in one stroke, and everything remaining would be under his control.
Yet Song Qingshu's behavior surprised him. He had assumed that Song Qingshu's foundation had been damaged in the previous battle and that he would be unable to recover for years. But although Song Qingshu was injured now, his wounds did not seem nearly as serious as expected.
Could he have some special method for healing?
After weighing it over repeatedly, the Sky-Connecting Shaman decided not to take the risk. It was already difficult for Grandmasters to determine victory or defeat in a one-on-one fight, much less kill one another. Song Qingshu might be injured, but his lightness skill was too exceptional. If he escaped and exposed what had happened, the losses would far outweigh the gains.
Having considered all that, the Sky-Connecting Shaman's expression softened somewhat. "Since you insist on playing the hero and saving the beauty, I am happy to grant you that honor.