"This Xiao Qian..."
Lin Ye unleashed his Dou Techniques, barely holding off the ferocious attacks of the Third-Rank Magic Wolf on his side, while dividing his attention to keep a constant watch on Xiao Qian.
Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead. Drops the size of beans slid down his cheeks and evaporated the instant they hit the ground.
The weapon in his hand trembled under the Magic Wolf's attacks, and blood had begun to seep from the web between his thumb and forefinger. Yet he paid it no heed, his eyes fixed on Xiao Qian.
Now, watching Xiao Qian locked in such a brutal struggle with the Third-Rank Magic Wolf, he felt not the slightest satisfaction. Instead, a chill rose in his heart, and fear began to creep in.
Lin Ye had assumed that no matter how formidable Xiao Qian was, with his Dou Qi nearly exhausted and such a powerful Third-Rank Magic Wolf before him, he would surely fall in short order-either surrendering or dying in the wolf's jaws.
Never had he imagined that Xiao Qian would adopt such a crazed, suicidal way of fighting, clinging desperately to the Magic Wolf's forehead. Even as he was smashed against the railing again and again, even as blood drenched his entire body, he refused to retreat, hammering the Magic Wolf with punch after punch.
He had cast his own life and death entirely aside.
"He's... he's an absolute madman!"
Lin Ye muttered to himself, an involuntary tremor creeping into his voice.
He knew perfectly well that anyone who could still fight so desperately after being driven into such a hopeless situation possessed an unshakable will and a determination never to admit defeat. People like that were often the most terrifying.
He had intended to use this competition to crush Xiao