Still, though he felt as if he might be cheating, at least for now, it was a good thing.
Sure, when playing games, everyone loved cursing cheaters—but if you were the one cheating, that was a different story. Please, crank it all the way up.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Zhao Cheng lightly tapped the sword in his hand. Its quality was exceptional; even after intense battle, its edge remained undiminished.
That was not only because Zhao Cheng's swordsmanship was superb and he had protected the blade well in battle, but also because the sword had been forged from high-strength alloy.
With his current swordsmanship, cutting iron with a wooden sword was easy. But in high-intensity combat, a sword strong enough to endure it was still more useful.
At the same time, as his swordsmanship continued to improve, he could even vaguely sense that the sword in his hand was becoming more spirited with every kill.
Time in the blood-red space seemed to pass very slowly, yet at times it also felt as though it vanished in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, several more hours had passed. Some people had even slept through two rounds already.
As for relieving themselves, because of the danger, everyone had eaten and drunk very little, lest they die without even knowing why.
And throughout this process, it was clear that fewer and fewer monsters were appearing. By the end, only five monsters would appear in an entire hour.
The phenomenon seemed to be reminding everyone that the danger was about to pass.
Yet the sense of danger in Zhao Cheng's heart only grew more intense.
Even though the power accumulating within his body was becoming stronger and stronger, as if he could break through to Limit Break at any moment,