He said indifferently, "Your sword moves have begun to repeat."
"Have you run out of tricks?"
Before the man, Bai Mei, who was drenched in blood as if dead, slowly extended a sword finger, about to unleash the next strike.
During the past two hours of intense battle, the man hadn't even personally taken action, rather he used Bai Mei's body to spar with the Swordmaiden, forcing her into a state resembling his own prowess with the sword.
Fear, anxiety, worry, tension... faced with such overwhelming disadvantage, under the shadow of death, a myriad of negative emotions kept surging into the Swordmaiden's heart, spurring a sense of exhilaration in her.
How long had it been, this razor's edge of life and death, where she could perish at any moment?
Even during the previous duel with Lin Xing, he had made it clear he would not kill the Swordmaiden, draining the fight of life-or-death thrills.
"It seems I must use it after all."
