Last night's battle seemed like a victory for me.
In reality, neither side had truly begun direct confrontation.
After just a brief standoff from afar, I was already on the back foot, my body suffering injuries.
And what about the opponent?
Perhaps they merely lost a pawn that could be discarded at will, and experienced a failed attempt.
Facing such a powerful enemy at that time, Fang Cheng's heart was filled with unwavering battle intent.
Now, calming down to recall, he couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.
That aura of looking down upon all beings, that oppressive presence treating all things as trivial, is still clearly imprinted on his senses.
It felt like facing a top predator on the food chain, making one shiver from the instinctual fear of life.
More vividly described, the sensation was like a strong ant trying its best to bite a giant dragon.
Although it drove the dragon back, the ant had broken its own mandibles.
