Seeing the defensive light screen summoned by Zhao Wuxin, Li Chen's lips curled up in a sneer of disdain.
"Hmph, with just these petty tricks, you think you can stop me?"
As soon as the cold words left his mouth, the Mystic Iron Heavy Sword in Li Chen's hand swung with full force, cutting through Zhao Wuxin's defense in the most straightforward and brutal manner.
"Pfft!"
Zhao Wuxin felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed into the stone wall, leaving a human-shaped indentation before rolling down in a disheveled state.
This sudden turn of events shocked everyone present.
Instantly, all eyes turned to Li Chen.
Zhao Wuxin, seeing the prize in his mouth forcibly snatched away, immediately flew into a rage.
"Damn it!"
He gritted his teeth and shouted, then lunged with his sword, unleashing a Thunderous Thousand Strikes towards Li Chen.
Li Chen stood his ground, blocking Zhao Wuxin's attacks with his sword.
