The entire fight lasted only seven to eight seconds from start to finish, and a winner was already decided.
Cold weapon combat is always dangerous and brutal, unlike barehanded fighting, where even if you end up with bruises all over, you can still go several more rounds.
This type of battle is entirely about life and death in an instant.
After being cut open in the abdomen, the man in black still couldn't die immediately; he knelt on the ground, the sword long discarded, his hands trembled as he desperately tried to stuff his guts back into his stomach, his face full of terror and hopelessness.
"Got the guts to act tough again?" Chen Shouyi walked over and kicked the sword next to him flying, preventing the man from a last-ditch counterattack.
The man in black raised his head, mouth covered in blood foam, just about to say something when he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Shou Yi, what are you doing, need help?" Mrs. Chen asked anxiously.
