SHEN JI YUN stood in the middle of crumbling rocks and falling stalactites. His legs wobbled for a second, but he quickly steadied himself. When he looked up, he saw Michael sprawled on the ground—his body already breaking apart into light particles.
Even in defeat, Michael wore a satisfied grin. "Guess you really are the better swordsman," he said, his voice fading along with the last of the light particles.
Shen Ji Yun drew a long breath and downed several potions in quick succession. The gash on his left shoulder began stitching itself closed, his HP bar increasing. If he'd been even a second slower, that fight would've ended with him turning to light instead.
He had to acknowledge it though, Michael was a competent player. The fight had been evenly matched. Under different circumstances, without the weight of a championship, a rematch would be... acceptable.
But that didn't matter right now. The only thing that did was getting to Luo Yan's position—fast.
