Fragrant sweat seeped from Jingliu's temples.
She panted lightly, her breathing uneven.
The hand gripping her sword began to tremble, and her once-light steps had noticeably grown unsteady.
Yet her eyes still revealed a trace of madness.
Whenever she wielded this Tanhua Sword, she recalled the past, and her swordsmanship became sharper and more obsessive.
She pointed her sword at Bai Heng in the distance and said:
"Take my sword."
Even behind the black gauze covering her crimson eyes, a chill still radiated from them.
Bai Heng, meanwhile, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and had no time to care about the clothes torn open by her blade.
He had not used Di Kui, pulled Jingliu into the Dark Domain, modified his body with the Origin Chip, or deployed the three Molten Knights.
In terms of swordsmanship alone, he had already begun to show signs of matching Jingliu evenly.
Of course, no one could achieve such a dramatic improvement in such a short time.
Bai Heng's uniqueness lay in the fact that he had not begun learning the sword from scratch.
Rather, under the influence of the Sword Heart and his memories, he had gradually recovered the swordsmanship buried within his very bones.
One system hour later.
Both of them were down.
Jingliu was in slightly better condition. At most, she was unable to get out of bed, her entire body limp and weak, to the point that she had to hold onto the wall even to walk.
Bai Heng, on the other hand, had reached the point where he needed to be rushed to the Alchemy Commission for emergency treatment... though there was no Alchemy Commission here.
So he was sent to a local emergency hospital instead.
It had to be said that Jingliu, in