"Oh?"
Qin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Not a hint of panic could be seen in his eyes; instead, a playful smile formed on his lips, his voice laced with a casual, teasing tone.
"Finally noticed something's wrong?"
His footwork never faltered as his Beheading Sword steadily blocked the incoming attacks. The Holy Light Halo flickered tenaciously within the Corrosive Energy, and though his Blood Volume had dropped, it remained safely above the threshold.
"To be honest, the pressure I feel from you doesn't even compare to a single hair on the Evil Dragon Jinli."
Qin Feng flicked his blade, effortlessly parrying the approaching Shadow Battle Blade. His tone was filled with unconcealed contempt, carrying an almost pitying casualness.
"If I wasn't curious to see just how high the damage cap is for a Tier Four player against a Tier Three..."
