'Even a powerhouse of the Divine Realm, whose body has been tempered a thousand times, could never move freely in this kind of environment!'
He Zhenghong watched Zhou Ke standing in the arena, leaning on his saber, his eyes gleaming.
"On the Rift Battlefield, he's faced desperate situations many times more difficult than this."
"Don't underestimate the man I chose."
Sure enough.
On the screen, even while enduring such terrifying pressure, Zhou Ke's breathing was ragged and his eyes were bloodshot.
But his will to fight hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Even under such immense pressure, the muscles in his arm suddenly bulged as he swung his saber!
A blood-red saber gleam, condensed to its absolute limit, tore through the air, surging upward as it slashed furiously at Lin Ye!
At the same time, two more phantom-like saber gleams materialized out of thin air from two other tricky angles, sealing off all of Lin Ye's escape routes!
'So strong!'
