After a few seconds, Chen Dong's clothes were already soaked in blood.
The Celestial Palace Disciple's twin hooks clashed, and a cold light burst forth. The hook blades tore through the air with a hissing sound, like a viper spitting venom. Chen Dong staggered and retreated, and a deep wound on his right shoulder, down to the bone, was exposed. The hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.
He was only Ninth Grade, while his opponent was Eighth Grade.
"Junior Brother Chen, admit defeat."
Li Yuan spoke. Such words were not appropriate for Junior Brother Lin to say, but coming from him as the Senior Brother, Junior Brother Chen could accept it.
Chen Dong's face showed an expression of unwillingness, but he knew that Senior Brother Li was advising him to yield for his own good. In the recent exchange, he had been suppressed at every turn, especially by that pair of hooks with their strange and unpredictable attack angles, making them impossible to defend against.
"I..."
