In this life-or-death crisis, his mind was exceptionally clear.
Lü Zhong could clearly sense his mental state was changing.
'It's not enough!'
"You're too slow!" Lü Zhong said, his gaze fixed on Jia Yujun.
She noticed his gaze, and an inexplicable tremor went through her heart. Jia Yujun knew all too well the meaning behind that fiery look—he clearly wanted to use her as a whetstone.
She recalled the words she had spoken just moments before.
She was both ashamed and furious.
'Since when have I, Jia Yujun, been reduced to a whetstone?'
"Aaargh! Die!"
The two clashed in a single, brutal strike before instantly separating.
CLANG!
Sparks flew in all directions.
Jia Yujun attacked with crazed ferocity, trading blows head-on with Lü Zhong, as if trying to prove she was no one's whetstone.
Across from her, Lü Zhong felt a thrilling surge of adrenaline, his blood boiling with excitement.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
