Lu Chuan's relentless attacks left Wan Changdong powerless to retaliate.
He continuously stepped back, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, his breathing quickening significantly, his eyes hurriedly locked on the sword blade in Lu Chuan's hand, not daring to divert his attention for even a moment.
In such a highly focused state of combat, fatigue quickly set in.
He took a deep breath, retreated several more meters, and after creating some distance, his eyes were firmly fixed on Lu Chuan.
"You lad, your strength is indeed not to be underestimated; I have underestimated you!"
"Since that is the case, I won't waste any more time. Right here, I'll fight you to the end and show you how formidable I am!"
Whoosh!
Suddenly, he gripped the long knife with both hands, took a deep breath, and began to circulate Spiritual Energy within his body.
Streams of energy enveloped the blade.
