Deliberately lowering his cultivation truly increased the pressure on his third core. It was exactly what he needed. By limiting his strength to the Qi Liberation Realm, he was forcing his new dantian to function under extreme conditions, accelerating its consolidation process.
Bao Ren continued attacking without pause.
His axe carved enormous arcs through the air, each strike fiercer than the last. Horizontal. Vertical. Diagonal. Spinning attacks that turned his weapon into a wheel of steel. Frontal charges carrying the full weight of his body. Sudden changes of direction designed to deceive Kyrian's defense.
He was trying to completely shatter his opponent's defense.
But...
He failed repeatedly.
Whenever he believed he had found an opening, whenever his axe seemed about to pierce through Kyrian's guard...
The saber appeared. Every single time.
'Clang! Clang! Clang!'
Many spectators were already completely captivated, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.
