His arm swung, and the longsword thrust forward, bending like a ribbon, its trajectory elusive.
A thrust like a poison snake flicking its tail, the strike collided rapidly with the rock-like arm.
Swoosh!
The tip of the soft sword tapped the arm, as if a ribbon had lightly brushed past.
"How weak, it doesn't affect me at all!" Jin Cheng sneered coldly, "With that level of strength, I could burst you with one punch!"
However, just as he finished speaking, his body began to tremble rapidly.
Then, a piercing pain emanated from his arm, contorting his face into a ferocious twist.
"Ah!"
Jin Cheng cradled his arm in agony, like a wounded beast rampaging wildly.
Opposite him, Xia He retracted his soft sword, his cold laugh echoing.
"What's going on?" The crowd was in an uproar, not understanding what had happened.
"How could the formidable Jin Cheng suddenly become so crazed? It seems like he's been seriously injured."
