"Don't be nervous."
"I might not be able to beat it, but holding it off is still... a... breeze..."
"Fuck!"
Yu Mo suddenly cursed under his breath, his fingers hooking rapidly as his expression turned grave.
On the distant battlefield, Rui was like a Fierce Beast of war, charging recklessly through the sword formation. It looked utterly rash, letting the swords pierce its skin just to meet force with force, yet it had inadvertently hit on the right approach and scattered the formation!
"This one's got quite a bit of combat experience..."
"Breaking force with force. That's the hardest thing to deal with."
"Shouldn't a normal person be matching wits with me, figuring out the formation? This kind of brute recklessness has no fucking style!"
Yu Mo kept muttering like a chatterbox. In the distance, the six swords wheeled up and down, trying to regroup into formation and stop Rui.
But there was no real chance left.
The moment Rui broke the sword formation, Yu Mo's attempt to hold it back had already failed.
"Heh..."
With a cold laugh, Rui shot toward Yu Mo like a sharp sword!
To it, Xiao Nan's poisonous mist was little more than a joke.
Or rather, against an opponent of the same level, poison itself was not a particularly suitable means of fighting one-on-one.
On a battlefield of a million people, though, that would be another matter.
"Don't push me!"
"Even if I die here today, I'm not losing face!"
Sensing Shi Guang place her hand on his wheelchair's armrest again, Yu Mo spoke viciously through gritted teeth, looking as though he would rather die than yield!
He could die, but he couldn't lose face!
With everyone watching, if he ran at the first sign of trouble after showing off, his authority as the