What a meathead!
A smile tugged at Jiang Feng's lips. Sima Xian had never needed to take that attack head-on. He could simply have dodged it. Although he would have lost his weapon for a short while, it would hardly have affected the match.
Yet this muscle-brained fellow had actually activated Berserk to withstand it, burning through a tremendous amount of spiritual power.
Murong Xian'er kept up her offensive, firing arrow after arrow to steadily drain Sima Xian's spiritual power.
Still, Sima Xian was not entirely stupid. He finally realized what she was doing and began running around the Trial Arena, dodging her arrows.
However, dragging the enormous Light Great Strength Pill around was a considerable drain on him as well. Its weight was truly frightening, and that was also the source of his formidable offensive power.
Sima Xian panted heavily. The faint red glow around him was about to fade, signaling that Berserk was nearing its end.
I can't keep this up, or I really won't have any hope of winning.
Sima Xian hurled the Light Great Strength Pill at Murong Xian'er and used the momentum to close the distance.
After firing two arrows to neutralize the Light Great Strength Pill's terrifying force, Murong Xian'er had also expended considerable energy. Her red lips parted slightly as she breathed out softly.
Using the Light Great Strength Pill as cover, Sima Xian rushed forward. He decisively abandoned it and pulled a pitch-black iron rod from his Storage Ring.
No, it was not an iron rod, but a priest's staff.
It was a magic-level priest's staff, though the material used to forge it was among the toughest available at that level.
He reached Murong Xian'er and swung the black staff down hard, aiming straight for her shoulder.
He had clearly held back