Indeed, Sun Yifei was starting to fade, as was Yuan Shuo. Both of them couldn’t maintain their condition; they were no longer in the optimal status for combat. Sun Yifei could accept dying in peak form. He didn’t wish to repeat the events of yesteryear where he steadily faded in battle and then was out of strength to do anything but jump from the bridge.1

Yuan Shuo spat out another mouthful of blood. He smiled at his opponent. Do I have a trump card? I sure do! The Incantation of the Blade of Blood! But he wanted to wait for the other to start declining. That would increase his odds of killing his opponent because he was a martial master, and martial masters excelled with the physique!0

Supernaturals were strong when it came to power. Sun Yifei would not be able to maintain his current state once too much mysterious power dissipated. That would put the odds of Yuan Shuo winning at seven to three!0

The professor laughed when he heard Sun Yifei’s roar. “You… are… damned stubborn!”0

So stubborn that I almost have the urge to give you the best treatment I can, even if the consequences...0