Lin Fei didn't want to die, nor could he possibly die, so he decided to evade the opponent's attacks.
However, the result was exactly the same as Lin Fei had imagined. Even if he tried desperately to dodge, eventually, he was struck by Tang Ming again, piercing through his chest, and Lin Fei once more felt that indescribable pain, making his body even weaker.
Lin Fei furrowed his brow, feeling the long sword penetrate his body while a burst of blood splattered, making him feel even more that everything was so real. Every drop of blood that fell on the arena made a crisp sound, and the surroundings were silent.
"What's wrong? Are you thinking of surrendering?" Tang Ming looked down at Lin Fei, while his sword was soaked with Lin Fei's blood. Lin Fei was already very weak at this moment, but the opponent still didn't intend to let him go, leaving Lin Fei feeling helpless, but he couldn't do anything.
"How did you know I suddenly thought of surrendering?" Lin Fei smiled and asked.
