Qu Jianlei's second spiritual attack was somewhat restrained.
It wasn't just that his Inner Breath was decreasing too fast; the key was that if he exerted all his strength on the second strike, he feared he would pass out.
He had the guts to fight desperately, but this wasn't his home field; knocking himself out while attacking would be ridiculous.
Besides, he had a faint worry... some passing A-level, unknown what it was about.
The second attack landed on his opponent, and his head shook violently again, his eyes blinded once more.
This collision didn't seem as severe as the last, but his head became increasingly fuzzy.
It was later that Qu Jianlei realized the second hit caused him more harm than the first - it was cumulative damage.
But at this moment, he completely ignored his own injuries, with only one thought in his mind: seize the opportunity to finish him!
He bit his tongue tip, shook his head, trying to make the blurry image before him clear.
