"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
Tang Yuyun's sword struck down, cutting through Ye Yiqing's right hand artery with a swish.
Blood sprayed out like a water gun, the severe pain turned Ye Yiqing's face white, but the determination in his eyes was not diminished in the slightest.
The conviction of a swordsman, that was what kept him standing!
He struggled to control his right hand, holding his sword tightly, no matter how strong the opponent, he would not let go.
"You bastard!"
Tang Yuyun was enraged, he hated the feeling of not being able to subdue his opponent.
His Soft Sword moved like a torrential rain and swift Gale, focusing attacks on Ye Yiqing's right arm, chopping it so thoroughly that the limbs were tattered and the meridians severed.
Gradually, Ye Yiqing felt his arm becoming numb, but his fingers still tightly gripped the hilt of his sword.
This was muscle memory, his body embodied his convictions.
