Zhikong had been defeated and killed.
But Lian Youming's face had also turned pale.
"Cough, cough... pfft..."
His shoulders suddenly swayed, and a jet of blood spurted from his mouth and nose.
That was the price of testing the force with his own body.
The human body was fragile, with many vulnerable points to begin with, and the internal organs were especially critical.
He had unleashed his full strength on his very first attempt. How could he possibly have controlled it all?
He had dealt a thousand wounds to his enemy and suffered eight hundred himself.
Besides, that bald monk's body really had been formidable.
Lian Youming lowered his eyes toward his waist and abdomen. It was not that his opponent had failed to hit him. Even after taking a killing blow, he had managed to strike back before dying, trying to take Lian Youming down with him. That was truly remarkable.
His body weakened, and he sat cross-legged, then laughed.
It had been worth it.
Even with danger at every turn, even with severe injuries, as long as he survived, it was all worth it.
Without even taking time to reflect, Lian Youming was already sensing the course of this strange force, branding it into his memory.
This strange force was not yet complete. Strictly speaking, it was still a flawed product that needed refinement.
Had his body not been so powerful, his injuries would certainly have been worse. Whether he could even have endured it was another question.
But this did not mean it was over.
On the contrary, this would be the beginning of a legend.
Lian Youming's Adam's apple bobbed. He spat out a mouthful of clotted blood and slowly raised his eyes.
The thick clouds had thinned, and the wind and rain had passed.
Blue