"Hehe... tired, aren't you? If you're tired, hurry up and rest!"
"I'm not tired."
"Bullshit. You're drenched in sweat, your face is practically purple, and the only hard thing about you is that mouth of yours!"
The scene on the third mountain trail was clearly different from the first two.
After some discussion at the foot of the mountain, Qiu Ran and Xiao Yize decided to use the trials within this abyss to determine the victor between them.
Talent, perseverance, and luck—three contests in all.
Best two out of three; not only was it fair, it also spared both sides from coming to blows.
And right now, the two were clawing their way up the mountain with everything they had.
Yet no matter how hard they pushed, their speeds remained perfectly matched, always moving in parallel.
Seeing that they could not settle the matter through strength alone, Xiao Yize's eyes shifted, and he began exerting himself elsewhere.
Making full use of his sharp tongue, he began launching continuous "mental attacks" at Qiu Ran.
But the results were meager. While distracting Qiu Ran, he also could not control his own breathing properly, making every step more exhausting than the last.
"Aren't you the same!"
Qiu Ran ignored him at first, but eventually began firing back like this as well.
"What do you know? I cultivate the dual paths of water and wood. Isn't it normal to sweat a little while walking?"
Even as he spoke, Xiao Yize's pace did not slow in the slightest. "But you, a lightning cultivator—do you understand that what is too rigid breaks easily? If you're this tired, hurry up and rest!"
Feeling the tremors running through his legs, Xiao Yize's facial muscles twitched as well.
At first, he truly had wanted to defeat Qiu Ran through