In the dim competitors' passageway, the air reeked of sweat and blood. To Lin Yan, that smell now carried a nauseating sweetness.
Deep within his sea of consciousness, countless steel needles seemed to churn at once. Every beat of his pulse darkened his vision and sent his head buzzing.
He barely kept his balance. His steps were unsteady, each one like treading on cotton, and he could fall at any moment.
Damn it. This sword intent backlash is even worse than I imagined.
Lin Yan cursed inwardly.
To completely crush Jidou's spirit and intimidate everyone present, he had nearly drained all the divine sense he could currently draw upon, forcibly guiding the sword with his will to make it hover in defiance of the laws of physics.
The Sword Pellet was his life-bound treasure, linked to his mind and spirit. With Gengjin damaged, his sea of consciousness had naturally suffered as well. This pain was a hundred times harder to endure than a physical wound. It struck directly at the depths of his soul, making him wish he could pass out on the spot.
But he could not fall.
If he fell, he would truly be doomed. This was the 200th Floor of Heavens Arena, a slaughterhouse where the strong devoured the weak.
Back in the lobby, he had already shown more than enough weakness.
Those bloodthirsty hyenas would never let any prey that exposed a weakness escape.
"Creak... creak..."
Suddenly, the scraping of mechanical axles came from the end of the passage ahead.
Lin Yan forced himself to look up. Under the dim yellow light, two figures blocked his path.
It was not Jidou.
That fellow, who had just been scared out of his wits, was probably still lying limp in the ring, waiting to be carried away.
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