Hu Xiaotian's extraordinary eyesight allowed him to see underwater. His first reaction was to kick at his opponent, but the man caught that ankle too. Hu Xiaotian looked closely. Sure enough, the person dragging him underwater was Sword Slave. Sword Slave was hardly in better shape than Hu Xiaotian. Hu Xiaotian's sword energy had slashed a foot-long gash across his chest, and blood was still seeping from it. His tumor-covered face looked more hideous than ever.
Hu Xiaotian twisted and smashed a fist at Sword Slave's head. There was no room for mercy in a life-and-death struggle. To show compassion to an enemy was to be cruel to oneself.
Sword Slave actually took the punch head-on, though the water greatly diminished its force. As Hu Xiaotian struck, Sword Slave seized him in an embrace. Their limbs entwined, their faces confronting each other. Seeing Sword Slave's grotesque face from such close range made Hu Xiaotian sick to his stomach. How could anyone in the world be so hideous? Their internal power was evenly matched, and as they grappled and fought underwater, neither could break free.
During the struggle, the Lightsaber slipped from Hu Xiaotian's hand. Its blue light flickered as it slowly sank into the depths.
Anxiety rose in Hu Xiaotian's heart. That Lightsaber was his hope of escaping this predicament, but Sword Slave's internal power was simply too formidable. With his arms and legs entangled, Hu Xiaotian had no way to break free anytime soon.
Just then, a bright silver figure rose from below, caught the flickering Lightsaber, and swam behind Sword Slave. Raising a dagger, she plunged it toward the back of his heart. It was Qin Yutong. Her dagger could slice through iron as though it were mud, a rare and precious blade, but though it sank into