The Sect Master staggered back after taking a blow to his knee, nearly collapsing.
Gu Yangcheon clenched his fist, preparing for the next strike, butâ
"Tch."
He suddenly backed off, putting distance between them.
A sword grazed past his face. Even while reeling, the Sect Master had managed to counterattack.
âWhat a tough bastard.â
Despite the punishment he had endured, he still retaliated. His regenerative ability was formidable.
âLooks like Iâll have to rip his arm off.â
Would it grow back? Unlikely, but to be sure, completely severing his limbs seemed the best course of action.
Howeverâ
Swish!
The Sect Master's attacks were growing more intense.
âOh?â
Even after sustaining so much damage, the Sect Master refused to fall. Gu Yangcheon considered the possibilities.
Was it sheer willpower? Or was his body slowly adapting to the situation?
Or perhapsâ
âAm I getting tired?â
Feeling the fatigue in his body, Gu Yangcheon became acutely aware of the strain.
The excess energy he had been pouring into his blood vessels was accelerating his exhaustion.
âThis isnât good.â
It was clear he couldnât afford to draw out the fight.
âSubduing him wonât be easy.â
If he could use his fire techniques, things would be different, but that wasnât an option right now.
The only solution was to kill him outright.
[Grrr.]
The Sect Master gathered strength, his movements growing wilder.