My eyes began to bleed, dark red trails of blood dripping down my face in rivulets, mingling with the sweat and grime that clung to my skin. Each drop that fell felt like a warning, a signal that my body was nearing its limits. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, the coppery tang overwhelming my senses, but I barely registered it. My vision blurred, the world narrowing to pinpricks of light and shadow.
Yet, none of that mattered. Sure, Shen Ban cannot win this, he's too calm, too preserved and too stable in his mind. What I need to be right now isn't Shen Bao, But Du Shen. Only Du Shen can be insane enough to overcome the difference in level of cultivation. Only Du Shen can be crazy enough and mad enough to risk his life and cultivation to achieve his goals. Only Du Shen has enough madness to forsake all reason and go for the jugular.
