In this life-and-death confrontation, what he gained was not just strength, not just improvement in skills, but the most precious thing was the tempering of his will.
An unstoppable will, like a blade cutting through the fog, cutting through the illusory, cutting through hesitation.
A powerful will allowed him to better grasp the moment of battle.
A powerful will meant that every time he swung his sword, he could better marshal the strength of his whole body. His power began to condense as one, allowing him to perform at his best, cutting with seven or eight parts of his strength to achieve the effect previously only possible with his full force.
This wonderful feeling made Yi Chen's very soul tremble with exhilaration.
"Come on!"
"Kill me, use all your strength!"
"Otherwise, you will be the one killed by me."
Yi Chen, wielding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, quickly lunged toward the figure of the white-haired elder.
