"What terrifying physical defense."
Wang Xiuyuan's pupils contracted slightly.
That Taiji Return to Origin strike had been one of his more formidable offensive techniques. He had hoped that, while severely wounding his opponent, it would at least buy him a breath's worth of room to recover.
But Chaisang's reaction made him understand one thing.
To the being before him, pain was not punishment. It was a reward.
This guy was no simple opponent.
He was downright twisted.
"Now that you're done playing, it's my turn, isn't it?"
Chaisang revealed a twisted smile.
Then he moved.
This time, he was more than twice as fast as before. Afterimages continuously split off from his body as he moved.
Every afterimage assumed a different posture, charged in a different direction, and extended a different number of claw blades.
More than ten afterimages pounced on Wang Xiuyuan from all directions at the same instant. The entire arena was carved apart by those ghastly green claw marks into countless irregular fragments.
Wang Xiuyuan once again activated the Taiji Body Stance to defend himself.
But this time was different.
Every exertion sent tearing agony through the withered wound along his left ribs. That pain disrupted the rhythm of his strength, which had once flowed as seamlessly as water.
He blocked the claw shadow on his left, only for the one on his right to seize the chance and rip open the sleeve of his robe.
He tilted his head aside to evade the afterimage attacking from the front, and the shadow behind him silently closed in at that very moment.
Claw tips carved three parallel ghastly green gashes across his back.
Wang Xiuyuan grunted repeatedly as new wounds began to accumulate across his body.
The withered area around the wound on his left ribs kept spreading.