Crack, crack, crack…0

A continuous series of cracking sounds rang out like firecrackers exploding in an instant. Garoro could no longer suppress the rampant energy of the Death's Fang technique.0

His imposing aura completely dissipated, and with it, the last remnants of his life force and breath. The light in his pupils gradually dimmed, like a radiant gem losing its luster.0

"Now, you truly live up to the name 'Blade Demon.'"0

Feng Liusi looked on coldly, murmuring to himself.0

For some reason, at this moment, he didn't feel the joy of avenging a great grudge, but rather a faint sense of regret. Perhaps it was because a top-tier combat artist, who was so dedicated to martial arts, had fallen right before his eyes, stirring a subtle resonance in his heart.0

"Heh, how sentimental of me, feeling regret for my enemy."0

Feng Liusi mocked himself with a slight smile, his mind flooded with thoughts. After all, he still had the luxury of feeling regret. Sentimentality was for the victor. He had won, so he could afford to feign sincerity.0

If he had lost, he would have simply closed his eyes. There would have been no room for such pretense. 0

Victory and struggle; these two words could never be avoided by those who pursued Covert Martial Arts.0

In literature, no one is first; in martial arts, no one is second. If you can't win, you simply can't win. If you can win, you win. Anything could happen on the path to pursuing the ultimate peak in martial arts, and every difficulty had to be overcome. For those seeking the way, there was only one goal: victory.0

Win all the...0