PUAH!
Yun Qinghong spat out another mouthful of blood, lacking the strength to even stand up.
In the final exchange of ultimate techniques, he was slightly outmatched. By the time he unleashed his Absolute Kill, he was already severely wounded. Otherwise, he would have been able to defeat Ling Chen.
However, martial duels don't hinge on 'what ifs'; ultimately, it boils down to one's strength.
Struggling to raise his eyelids, he looked ahead. In his vision, Ling Chen stood on the lake surface in his white garments, his long sword sheathed, his black hair billowing in the wind.
Simultaneously, everyone's gaze fell upon Ling Chen.
Compared to Yun Qinghong, Ling Chen, although also severely injured, still retained about fifty percent of his previous aura. Yun Qinghong, on the other hand, probably had less than twenty percent left.
"Terrifying! Even a powerhouse like Yun Qinghong didn't have a chance to counterattack against Ling Chen."
