With a cry of "Heaven's will," Lian Youming tipped his head back and swallowed several mouthfuls of rainwater, washing down the blood rising in his throat.
He was already at the end of his strength. Without outside help, just as Xue Hen had said, he would not last ten moves.
Where could that help come from?
The thunder of heaven and earth.
Originally, he would have needed the Junk King's guidance to practice this, but with his life hanging in the balance, he could no longer afford such concerns. He could only stake his life on an attempt.
Seeing him stand motionless with his head raised, Wu Jiu and the others' eyes reddened. They immediately wanted to leap into the field and help.
"So what if our path in the Martial Way ends? At worst, we stop practicing martial arts. Being an ordinary person isn't so bad."
Even the old man fell silent in thought. His hands slowly lowered from behind his back to his sides, as though he had something in mind.
Most of the other spectators sighed.
The abilities Lian Youming had displayed were already astonishing enough. Yet there was still a gulf between him and a Foresight practitioner, let alone when he was facing an expert like Xue Hen while severely wounded. A defeat would hardly be surprising.
Some felt regret, some sighed, and others let out long breaths of relief.
Only Xue Hen, nearby, abruptly stopped. His eyes narrowed, and every trace of his smile vanished, as though he had detected some unusual change. The next second, he attacked with his fists.
Lian Youming drew his feet back. Rather than rushing to defend, he sprinted through the curtain of rain.
"Die!"
Without another word, Xue Hen unleashed Eight Steps Chasing the Cicada again. As swift as