Jiang Chen was cornered, weakened, and unable to regenerate. If anyone else were in his situation, it would be guaranteed death.
But... at least someone like him wouldn't die insignificantly.
If abilities were now off the table, then using pure skill alone was still a viable choice.
At least, until he bleeds out.
"DIE!"
Jiang Chen and the wretch continued to fight, but it couldn't even be considered a fight; it was more like a cat playing with a mouse.
Except the mouse was just a tiny bit more ferocious than normal.
CLACK!
CLANG!
Slice after slice, yet nothing even managed to scratch it.
The wretch was loving every second of Jiang Chen's humiliation, seeing such a proud warrior who managed to harm him now suffering from every little movement.
It was euphoric.
'C-Can't... feel my legs.'
Jiang Chen thought. His skin was starting to turn pale from both the blood loss and the void entering his body; he was slowly dying.
CLANG!
