"How is this possible? This sword strike of his..."
Ji Ping's scalp prickled, shock surging through him. He had clearly sensed no particularly powerful Sword Qi from Qin Hao, yet the strike Qin Hao unleashed now felt utterly unstoppable.
The strike was incredibly swift, yet incredibly slow, as though it had appeared out of thin air. More importantly, although it was clearly only one strike, Ji Ping felt as though Qin Hao had unleashed countless swords.
Dense masses of sword light seemed to fill his vision. If any one of them struck him, his fate would be utterly miserable.
Recalling what he had just said, Ji Ping could not help blushing.
One moment, he had claimed that his opponent was certainly no match for him. The next, that opponent had demonstrated the power to kill him instantly. This was far more than a mere slap in the face.
I can't lose this quickly...
At that moment, Ji Ping had only one thought left: he absolutely could not let Qin Hao defeat him so easily. As for his earlier talk of defeating Qin Hao and earning six thousand Chaos Spirit Crystals for nothing...
Ji Ping treated his own words as nothing more than a fart.
The instant that thought arose, Ji Ping sprang into action. He thrust both fists forward, frantically circulating the chaos origin within him. Two enormous fists manifested before him, with which he hoped to block Qin Hao's attack.
Boom!
The next instant, the Heavenly Abyss Sword struck. Accompanied by an incredibly dull boom, Ji Ping felt both hands violently shudder and go numb. Under that terrifying force, his entire body was driven backward.
Slash! Slash!
"Urgh..."
After the numbness came excruciating pain. Ji Ping stared incredulously at the sight before him. Both his iron fists had been