Mo Yun felt a coppery sweetness rise in his throat, and a thin trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Enough, enough!"
He hurriedly waved his hands to call a halt, panting as he said, "Brother Qin, you're too strong. I'm no match for you. The gap between bright force and dark force is still far too wide!"
In truth, Qin Hu was hardly in better shape.
His hand trembled slightly around the saber's hilt. Tiny beads of blood had seeped from the web between his thumb and forefinger, the blood qi within him surged like a tide, and his right arm was so sore and numb that he could barely lift it.
That relentless flurry of attacks had consumed more than half his force energy, and even then, he had only barely managed to suppress Mo Yun.
If they kept fighting, he could win, but it certainly would not be pretty.
"This kid..." Qin Hu planted the Thick-Back Black Saber in the ground and dropped onto a stone stool, gulping down great breaths as towering waves of shock surged through his heart.
A monster. An absolute monster!
Though Qin Hu was only at early dark force, he was certainly no novice who had just entered that stage.
Within that stage, his combat strength was by no means weak. In fact, he could be considered above average.
Yet Mo Yun, at peak bright force, had actually fought him to this extent?
If it had been someone slightly weaker at early dark force...
Qin Hu quickly weighed the comparison in his mind, then reached a conclusion that made his scalp prickle.
At peak bright force, Mo Yun could more or less defeat someone at early dark force!
That meant overcoming dark force with bright force!
In all his