As he spoke, Zhang Bairen slowly raised his right hand, an ocean of divine power gathering in his palm.
Great Dao Contention was cruel. Once one entered the fray, one had to abide by the Rules.
Had he encountered Cui Shuo under normal circumstances, Zhang Bairen would never have begrudged him a few pointers, or even some opportunities.
But here, the only outcome for the loser was death.
Splash~
Just as Zhang Bairen was about to strike a lethal blow, the sound of falling stones suddenly came from below.
Cui Shuo, his fleshly body torn to pieces, struggled to his feet. The powerful Bitter Sea System was doing its utmost to repair his body.
Seeing Cui Shuo's stubborn persistence, Zhang Bairen found himself somewhat unwilling to finish him off.
"Give up. Stop making meaningless struggles."
"To have endured this far is truly no easy feat."
"For the sake of this fist technique's lineage, I can spare your life!"
Facing Zhang Bairen's words, Cui Shuo looked at him with bloodshot eyes. "You're wrong!"
"It isn't about whether you're willing to spare me. It's about whether I'm willing to spare you."
"I said it before—I will defeat you with my fists!"
Cui Shuo's tone was utterly resolute, filled with a determination that allowed no doubt.
Seeing this, Zhang Bairen suddenly felt a trace of killing intent. He did not believe that man had been right.
"Good!"
"Then I'll give you one more chance. But this time, you won't have any chance to survive."
Hum~
As his words fell, an indescribable fluctuation spread from Zhang Bairen's body. A supreme divine might pressed the surrounding seawater smooth as a mirror.
"This is the divine ability I learned. Now, I will use it to kill you."
"And let you see clearly just how pathetic the