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Jiang Wang could clearly sense it.
The force of Wang Yiwu's punches at this moment, was far from the combat power he should have had.
That unshakable belief of being invincible in the world, had already faltered.
Meanwhile, Jiang Wang's sword strike, arrogant and unrestrained, was delivered with full force, holding nothing back.
Breaking the momentum, slashing through gaps.
The blade of the Longsword hovered horizontally at the neck, ready to easily sever the head.
But.
It was like being mired in mud!
The air seemed to become viscous, every inch of space "resisting" the advance of the Longing.
Above Wang Yiwu's head, the phantom image of a Tiger Talisman flickered and vanished.
Jiang Wang felt a tremendous majesty emerge, pressuring him. It was as if it was reprimanding, commanding—"Back off!"
And so, he really "backed off."
He was sent flying, sword and all.
