"Damn it... what kind of sinister art is this?"
"Cut!"
Beside himself with rage, Egret reached out and severed the green cords wrapped around him.
There was no problem with that!
He Pingsheng's [Heaven-Withering Spirit Absorption Art] was just that much of a white elephant as an immortal art: his opponent could easily sever it.
If Egret could escape at this point, he would naturally be safe.
The problem was that he could not flee far within the circle. He could only watch as He Pingsheng's immortal art extended toward him again and wrapped around his entire body.
You could cut it, but I could wrap you up again, too.
The two went back and forth, and before they knew it, roughly an hour had passed.
As the saying went, enough ants could bite an elephant to death. Although each attempt could only draw a tiny sliver of vitality from Egret, given enough time, he would certainly be sucked dry.
He Pingsheng knew this, and Egret knew it even better.
The crucial thing was that Egret had no way to deal with it.
"He Pingsheng... stop, stop, stop..." Egret looked at He Pingsheng and said, "How about this? Let's call off our match here and declare it a draw. What do you say?"
Egret had worked out a fine little scheme!
Since I'm bound to lose in a while, I'll just ask for a draw now.
He felt that He Pingsheng ought to show him that much respect.
After all, you're a newcomer. How could you refuse to give me face?
Instead, He Pingsheng shook his head and said, "If you're surrendering, then surrender. There's no declaring this a draw!"
Hearing this, Egret was so angry he nearly spat blood. "Senior Brother... [Senior Brother Grand Elephant], this bastard is going