Crackle! Pop!
At last, as the battle raged on, the long-gathered dark clouds finally unleashed a torrential downpour.
The environment had an enormous impact on battle as well. A single drop of water, a little dust, could decide the outcome of a fight.
Zhao Xiaoxiang's eyes were bloodshot as she felt the pounding of her own heart. The falling rain did not give rise to the slightest stray thought in her mind. Instead, the icy rain cooled the body temperature that had risen from her intense exertion. That was undoubtedly a good thing.
As for her reddened eyes, they were the result of her emotions boiling to their peak, combined with her talent for vital energy and blood.
Put simply, she had killed until her eyes turned red.
The monsters in this game all possessed outrageously high combat intelligence. Take the monster before her, a middle-aged scholar, for instance. Though he had only one hand, and though his sword was only half a blade—a Broken Sword—
Even such a broken sword was vicious beyond imagination.
If it had been her right after entering the game, Zhao Xiaoxiang could guarantee that she would have been instantly killed by the very first move.
Indeed, the opponent's attributes were not much different from her own. But in battle, unless there was an overwhelming disparity, where one force crushed ten techniques, attributes were merely a point of reference.
Zhao Xiaoxiang watched the World Sword Trial every year, but she could guarantee that, Zhao Cheng aside, if any of the past champions were thrown into this instance, every last one of them would be cut down by this middle-aged scholar within three moves.
Yet it was precisely because every opponent placed immense pressure upon her, keeping her constantly poised on the brink between life and