Dozens, then hundreds of exchanges passed in mere moments.
Each collision of sword and fist detonated shockwaves that ripped through the plains.
But as Lin Mu fought, he realized something chilling.
The Grand Elder's power was still rising.
'He's getting stronger even now, and it's rising exponentially...'
The Sword Lord Core's thousand years of accumulation was not empty boasting. The sword intent it contained was like a tide, still flooding into the elder's body, amplifying him continuously. If this went on, Lin Mu would eventually collapse under the weight of it.
He clenched his fists. 'No.'
He had to end it. End it in one overwhelming strike.
"Time to bet it all..."
And so, he made his choice.
Blinking through space, Lin Mu reappeared directly in front of the Grand Elder, abandoning his previous advantage from behind.
The elder's brow furrowed. 'Why? Why relinquish such a position?'
