"You dare mock me?"
"He Pingsheng... damn your granny..."
"Die..."
Boom...
Daoist Heavenly Saber was overcome with rage and swung the golden saber in his hand to cut He Pingsheng down.
But halfway through his swing, he suddenly remembered that sabers were forbidden in this match, so he forced himself to put the golden saber away despite the risk of his internal energy backfiring.
"Pfft... pfft, pfft, pfft..."
Before He Pingsheng had even attacked, the bastard spat out several mouthfuls of blood himself.
After all, he had already unleashed his Immortal Essence, then forcibly drawn it back into his body. It was tantamount to striking himself.
Even the referee elder couldn't help chuckling at the sight. "No Immortal Artifacts, or you'll be blasted straight off the platform!"
"Got it!" Daoist Golden Saber took a deep breath and spat out another two mouthfuls of golden divine blood before looking at He Pingsheng. "Heh heh heh... clever brat. Nice trick. I almost fell for it!"
"If that saber strike of mine had landed just now, you'd have won!"
"Good, good, good. What a scheme!"
"I'm finding I can't quite beat you at these mind games!"
He Pingsheng smiled.
Indeed, he wasn't so idle that he would deliberately mock someone for no reason. His earlier remark, "You can't last..." had been meant to provoke this big fellow into bringing his saber down. Then he wouldn't even have to fight-he could win lying down.
Unfortunately, the fellow had caught on at the last moment and hadn't taken the bait.
Ah...
If he didn't take the bait, they'd have to fight!
That made things rather difficult.
Defeating Heavenly Saber wasn't hard. For He Pingsheng, it would take one or two moves at most.
But defeating him would be too outrageous, exposing his own strength.
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