Ning Rongrong had already fallen into the illusion Sea Illusion Douluo had woven for her.
Her expression shifted from pain to anger to madness, until finally an unnatural flush spread across her face.
Watching these changes through his Purple Demon Eye, Lin Hao rubbed his cup in puzzlement.
Something seemed off!
High in the sky, meanwhile, the battle between Chen Xin and Sea Spear had reached a fever pitch.
Sea Spear Douluo had a higher soul power level, combat soul skills taught by Lin Hao, and mastery of becoming one with his spear. Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword Technique had gained him no advantage whatsoever against Sea Spear.
In fact, he was at a disadvantage.
Yet Chen Xin did not lose heart. Instead, he fought with ever greater ferocity.
Sea Spear's fighting style was pure offense: once his spear struck, he never retreated.
Once he gained the upper hand at the outset, his opponent would remain on the back foot, with little chance of turning the tables.
Chen Xin had been at a disadvantage from the start, forced to take a beating all this time. By now, he had stopped thinking about Ning Rongrong's situation or even Ning Fengzhi's safety.
He had only one thought: defeat the opponent before him.
Gradually, he abandoned the defensive moves of the Seven Kill Sword Technique, leaving only its most terrifying, most ruthless killing strikes.
Sometimes, he would even willingly take a spear thrust from Sea Spear just to land a sword strike in return.
Through this reckless, life-disregarding fighting style, Chen Xin actually entered a wondrous state of enlightenment.
His swordplay grew sharper and sharper, and his aura more and more terrifying.
In the void, several strands of spiritual intent exchanged thoughts, their voices faint with wonder.
"Breaking through in battle. This Sword