Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Zhao Wuji didn't bow his head to count the number of wounds on his body,
because he could see it all from Bai Wuxin's body.
Bai Wuxin had completely entered a crazed state of risking life for life.
Every sword strike was a killing blow, as well as a suicidal move.
If you wanted to kill him, you would be killed by him.
If you chose to evade, you likewise lost the chance to strike him down.
Moreover, each of his attacks was aimed at 'gaining' something.
Of course, he was willing to make sacrifices while acquiring it.
A grandmaster willing to fight to the death was terrifying.
So now, both were suffering heavy losses.
Zhao Wuji was truly afraid.
He wanted to make a name for himself, to take credit, to earn the favor of the royal family.
But he didn't want to die.
Bai Wuxin's white clothes were dyed red with blood, and cuts appeared one after another on his face, arms, and chest,
