A streak of sword light pierced Barnes's chest, leaving a wound straight through him.
A fissure-like wound also opened over his dantian, and purple blade intent spilled from it.
He dropped to both knees and braced himself with his left hand, keeping himself from collapsing completely. Blood covered his body.
Yun Feiyang stood where he was, gripping his wooden sword in both hands. The blade had snapped in two at its center.
His face was white as paper. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, his nostrils, his eyes, and his ears. He swayed on his feet.
The first five of the Nine Swords Descending from Heaven had exhausted ninety-nine percent of his spiritual power and mental strength.
The sword of reincarnation that had severed Barnes's right claw had drained the last of his strength.
But one stubborn thought still held him upright.
Slowly, he raised the Broken Sword toward Barnes, who remained on his knees.
He tried to wring the last shred of strength from his body and unleash the sixth sword.
Barnes was badly wounded, but killing him would still take one more strike.
As long as that monster lived, the fight would never end.
"He's won. He's about to win! Barnes is a spent arrow now. One more sword strike, and victory's certain."
Yan Ting, standing beside Ye Lin, looked ecstatic.
With his keen eye, he could see that Barnes was at the end of his strength. One sword strike was all it would take to kill him outright.
Once Barnes was dead, they would win.
Origin Continent would take another match, bringing the contest level.
"He's lost."
Ye Lin spoke the three words calmly.
"Exactly. He's lost. How could Barnes not lose now?"
Yan Ting chuckled.
He thought Ye Lin meant Barnes and hurried to