While the two chatted, Zhang Shixiong felt as though he would die the very next second.
This was no illusion. Siegfried grew faster and faster. Although Siegfried knew no internal arts, his overwhelming speed and strength still allowed his sword to cleave out incomparably sharp Sword Qi.
After Zhang Shixiong fell into a disadvantage, he had almost no chance to counterattack. He could only keep dodging the next attack, and as he dodged again and again, he felt himself growing more and more strained.
"I'll die, I'll die. I can't keep dodging like this—I have to fight back!"
Zhang Shixiong panted heavily, rain and sweat covering his forehead. This world brimmed with malicious intent, placing enormous pressure on him. Under that double burden, his eyes gradually reddened.
Suddenly, he pulled his saber from his Storage Ring, but even so, it was already too late to block Siegfried's sword.
The other man's sword was only thirty centimeters from his forehead, while the hand holding his saber was half a meter from the blade he needed to block. Before he could raise it to parry, the sword would strike his forehead, and his hand could rise no more than twenty centimeters at most.
Yet at that moment, he made a shocking decision.
Just as the sword was about to fall, he slowly shifted his head to the side while beginning to gather strength in his arm. When the sword struck his forehead, his body had already twisted into a bizarre shape. The blade instantly shaved off his scalp and a piece of skull, even exposing his brain.
But that strike was no longer fatal.
Zhang Shixiong did not know whether it was an illusion, but with a piece of his skull gone, he felt as though the wind and rain were falling