Besides, judging by things now, he might still have the strength for one final battle.
At this moment, Ding Fen truly felt humiliation-the humiliation the cultivators he had disgraced in the past had felt.
As the fight wore on, he, too, realized that Su Jiu had dictated the pace of his beating from beginning to end.
But he could not change that. It was not that he did not want to; he simply lacked the power.
Su Jiu's strength was like water in a sponge. Even as he kept raising his limit, trying to put some pressure on her, she could still keep pace with him-or, worse, overwhelm him outright.
Yet by then, he had already reached the upper limit of his abilities.
Ding Fen ground his back teeth in frustration. They clearly had the same cultivation level, so why was this female cultivator before him so much stronger?
That question had repeated itself in his mind throughout these past four hours.
He could sense that Su Jiu still had not reached the limit he wanted to see, and that made the darkness inside him increasingly difficult to control.
It was as though scalding oil filled that darkness, needing only a single excuse to burn everything, including his reason, to ashes.
The cries around them continued. In the past, those cheers would have belonged to him, but this time, they were probably for the female cultivator opposite him.
Su Jiu wore white, her long hair tied high with a ribbon. As she ran and leaped, her robes and ponytail swayed gracefully with her movements.
Her back was as straight as a pine or cypress, her expression perpetually cool and distant. At least, Ding Fen had yet to see any other change in her expression.
Her eyes held nothing but indifference,