After dozens of consecutive lunges, Lang Tu abruptly stopped in the center of the arena.
He stood on all fours, his dark green slit pupils staring fixedly from beneath his brow at the figure in plain cloth opposite him.
Dark red saliva dripped between the two rows of sharp teeth in his muzzle.
His breathing was much heavier than before, and sweat had soaked the crusted blood on the battered armor over his chest.
It gave off a strong smell of rust.
The Killing Intent within him had been depleted by nearly twenty percent during that frenzied round of lunges, but Xie Approaching the Abyss was in worse shape than he was.
"Bookworm."
Lang Tu spoke, his voice much hoarser than before.
"You've about finished writing your characters, haven't you? How much Haoran Righteous Qi do you have left?"
Xie Approaching the Abyss stood on the other side of the arena, several cuts from the axe blade slashed through his short, coarse-cloth robe.
The burn on his flank had already spread beneath his ribs, and dark red traces of lingering Killing Intent continued to flicker along its edges.
His face was so pale it was almost translucent, and the two pools of blue-black weariness in his dark brown eyes were twice as deep as before.
His right hand hung at his side, the ink-colored light at his fingertips nearly half as bright as it had been at first. The light trembled faintly at his fingertips, like a lamp flickering in the wind.
"Fellow Daoist Lang Tu, do you wish to see my remaining trump cards?"
Xie Approaching the Abyss unfolded the Jade Slip in his left hand again, his gaze sweeping swiftly over the ancient characters upon it.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly into the faintest of smiles,