Three red lines streaked across the air, piercing Chen Ling's shoulder, abdomen, and thigh, pinning him to the ground.
Intense pain surged through his body, Chen Ling's long hair scattered as he looked up at the terrifying opponent before him, surrounded by floating threads.
His expression was calm; he had long estimated the Tailor's strength and anticipated this outcome. It was nothing more than a final struggle.
Yes, merely a final struggle.
Chen Ling lay on the ground unable to move, the threads perforating his body, any minor movement causing him immense pain.
Suddenly, he raised his head and threw the blade in his hand towards the Tailor, making one last desperate attempt.
Meanwhile, as the blade flew through the air, Su Changxing seized the moment on the other side, pulling a backpack from his back and tossing it towards the Tailor, tracing an arc through the sky.
