"Hmph, I'll just wear you out!"
Chu Yi snorted internally and began throwing wild punches, left and right, in a chaotic manner.
Moreover, even his strength seemed significantly reduced compared to before.
Chu Yi deliberately pretended to be incredibly worn out, occasionally staggering to the right and then lurching to the left.
Although Chu Yi seemed utterly exhausted, to the point of barely being able to stand, Bai Yi found it far from easy to seize him.
Several times, it looked as if Chu Yi was about to collapse right there and be unable to continue the fight, yet just as Bai Yi drew nearer, Chu Yi would suddenly dodge to the side.
The clueless spectators, thinking Chu Yi was about to waste away, shook their heads repeatedly, sighing:
"Alas, Hengyue Sect's last straw doesn't seem to be of any use after all."
"That guy only managed to last this long because of sheer luck."
Chu Yi, however, was rather pleased deep down.
