"I'm getting tired of facing you," complained Wang Wei as he sensed his spiritual body rapidly collapsing. However, he felt he had to say his piece. He grunted before bracing himself to resist the pressure. This time around, he did not know how long had passed, but with every waking minute, his spirit weakened, Wang Wei was sweating immensely, and his eyes were blurred.
'I'm on the verge of passing out,' he thought, but even pondering such a small sentence aggravated the situation. So, he had to empty his mind to focus slowly on resisting. After what felt like an eternity, Wang Wei suddenly felt he could breathe. His legs wobbled as if an immense strength had been lifted, but it was so sudden that he had not adapted yet.
His body, or spirit, took deep breaths to calm down and gather strength. However, the sense of weakness was simply overwhelming, and for some reason, Wang Wei felt an intense need to throw up.
