Lu Hao's eyes were bloodshot, as though he had stayed awake for ten nights straight. This was an aftereffect of damage to his mental strength. Even after replenishing it, he could not recover immediately.
He needed rest and recuperation to recover from this.
Lu Hao raised his saber and unleashed his power. Blood-red saber light erupted, growing steadily stronger as he slashed at the thin-faced man.
Only one thought remained in Lu Hao's mind: hack the thin-faced man opposite him to death.
The thin-faced man, meanwhile, was utterly shocked. Lu Hao had taken both his mental attack and an explosive saber strike, yet he had simply gotten back up and continued fighting.
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Seeing Lu Hao attack, the thin-faced man struck back.
Their weapons collided, and Vital Blood erupted. Lu Hao was knocked back again, while the thin-faced man retreated only a few short steps.
On the surface, the thin-faced man still seemed to have the advantage. In reality, however, his Vital Blood was almost depleted, and his last attack had consumed a substantial amount of mental strength as well.
His Vital Blood recovery could no longer keep pace with his expenditure, let alone his mental strength, which he could not recover under these circumstances.
The thin-faced man was already considering retreat. Faced with such a bizarre situation, he had grown afraid—afraid he would meet his end here.
Lu Hao, meanwhile, grew more fired up the longer they fought, slashing at the thin-faced man again and again.
As Lu Hao's momentum grew stronger, the bloody aura of his saber light grew increasingly intense.
At one particular moment, Lu Hao's Vital Blood and mental strength reached their peak, and his invincible momentum erupted at the same time.
Lu Hao understood. He had successfully grasped a finishing move. In