"Junior Brother Lin, I know you're anxious, but this battle isn't just a personal duel for you. It's a fight for the sect's honor and countless interests. You must be one hundred percent certain of victory before you make a move... We can't afford to lose!"
"...I know."
Taking a deep breath, Lin Kong sat down, cradling his longsword. But the look in his eyes as he stared at the Qingyue Flying Ship only grew sharper.
He was searching for an opening, a flaw. The moment Zhong Ming showed the slightest weakness, he would strike without hesitation and cut him down.
...
And so, unable to tolerate failure, they sent out Wu Chuan, the senior brother of the Water Nether Sect. His orders were that even if he couldn't win, he had to hold on for as long as possible.
Hearing this, Wu Chuan's heart was filled with mixed emotions—he knew perfectly well he was being used as a sacrificial pawn to test the waters.
"CRACK..."
