The Dragon Emperor Tianjing's third finger had already surpassed Ye Chen's limit in combat power. Unless Ye Chen replaced the Silver Serpent Sword with the Eternal Night Emperor Sword, he could block this finger. But there was simply no time to switch weapons—if he did, he would be hit. Though Ye Chen had already seen that the Dragon Emperor Tianjing was testing him, he had no desire to admit defeat on his own.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Chen once again met the seven-colored finger with a sword strike.
Clang!
Sparks flew in all directions. The Silver Serpent Sword bent, and Ye Chen was sent flying backward. His right arm went numb and sore, nearly unable to grip the Silver Serpent Sword.
"Not bad, not bad."
The Dragon Emperor Tianjing's fourth finger followed close behind. He deliberately wanted to see how many fingers Ye Chen could withstand. With every finger, he would add a little more force, until Ye Chen could no longer hold on.
The fourth clash.
The fifth clash.
The seventh clash.
Puh!
Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.
I'm about to be unable to hold on!
The Dragon Emperor Tianjing had an excellent grasp of the force behind his attacks. It was neither too strong nor too weak; each time, he increased it by only a fraction. It was like adding straws to a camel's back, one straw at a time. If there had been no burden at all, Ye Chen could have endured the additions one after another. But once they exceeded his limit, every further addition made him feel as though blocking a single finger required ten times the effort. This was even more exhausting than fighting someone ten times stronger than himself.
The eighth clash.
The ninth