Huff, huff!
Li Su was exhausted!
This fight had gone on far too long.
They had fought without stopping for two whole days. His foundation was peerless, while hers possessed reserves far too vast.
Both of their immortality was terrifying. Under repeated attacks to flesh and soul alike, one could regrow directly as though made of flesh and blood, while the other simply had too much in reserve to be shaken.
Thus, despite fighting for two days and two nights, though they had expended plenty, neither of them was seriously injured. Their powerful immortality had forcibly suppressed the damage.
Though tired, Li Su was quite happy right now.
After all, as a transmigrator—and a transmigrator from Huaxia at that—how could he not have a martial-arts dream?
What was martial arts?
Roaming the rivers and lakes? Punishing the strong and aiding the weak? Singing loudly while drunk?
None of those!
Grudges, love, and hatred had never been the dream of Huaxia people. The dream of Huaxia people was flying through heaven and burrowing through earth, powerful and dazzling martial arts, and the peak battle between two peerless masters.
Diamond Indestructible Body, Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms, Six Meridians Divine Sword.
He remembered that, after watching television dramas as a child, he would run straight to the backstreet alleys with several other kids. A stick became a sword, an outstretched finger became One Yang Finger, and the greatest special effect of all was their own mouths.
They could spend an entire day happily waving meaningless poses while providing their own sound effects.
Did you not see that even the ancients loved fighting?
Just look at Li Bai: "In ten steps, kill one man; over a thousand miles, leave no trace." If that wasn't fighting, what was?
So Li Su actually loved fighting.
Besides, after