"It allows me to temporarily absorb my opponent's physical strength and use it for myself. That means as long as I am physically fighting, I won't lose unless you manage to finish me in a single strike."
Hearing her words, Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and a chuckle came out of his mouth.
"I guess you won't back down until I take you seriously."
"That's what I planned to do." Xue Le looked at him with a serious gaze and answered.
Fu Chen sighed and a sword appeared in his hand. He tightly gripped the black hilt and the two symbols on the hilt slowly glowed. He raised his sword horizontally, putting his other hand at the sharp end.
"Then, I will get serious."
The next moment, an enormous killing intent broke out. This killing intent accompanied by the sheer energy flowing from the sword pushed his strength to a new level.
[White Tiger Slaughtering Sword Art]
[Death Thrust]
