Zou Yi could feel his palms turn sweaty and cold. His heart pounded so loudly that it threatened to break out of his ribcage. His hearing had gone at some point, other than the sounds of his heartbeat and his heavy breath, he couldn't hear anything else. It felt like his whole head had been submerged in water. His vision was the next to get affected as it seemed blurrier than usual. He wasn't sure if it was because of the pool of sweat coming out of his body that affected it, or if it was his irregular heartbeat that had affected his breathing and now his vision.
The only thing that seemed intact was his sense of touch. He could feel the cold touch of the century iron pebble, which was oddly comforting to him.
Do I use the fist art, the pebble, or the poisoned sword?
Zou Yi didn't have time to make a decision because within seconds he was already in the midst of the chaotic battle.
