Ghost Teeth Knife's fire was getting scary. The power kept building, and Lone Bamboo was on the verge of losing all control. He was going to generate the strongest strike he could to end the fight and kill Han Sen.
The frightening knife flames lay seemed to exert incredible force on the broken arena, and the floor had already dropped a few feet. Han Sen's knifemind and depression were harming him. He could not unleash the power or the sensations inside his body.
But suppression like that made Han Sen feel energized. When people like Han Sen were put under greater pressure, they could perform much better.
Facing Lone Bamboo, who had just become a Marquise, heightened Han Sen's desire to win. The negativity he was under now affected him far less.
Spell's armor was flashing white. Her skin and bones turned a jade color. The blood in Han Sen's body was boiling and roaring.
