"Glug—"
Hattori Heiji swallowed hard, his sweat drenching him as he stared closely at the figure of Gong Ziyu opposite him.
On the other side, Yun Wuyue was already engaged in combat with Lin Huaigou, the battle raging fiercely, but Hattori Heiji was still hesitant and found it difficult to draw his sword.
Before meeting face to face, Hattori Heiji assumed that Gong Ziyu, ranked tenth on the list of warriors, was an easy opponent. After all, he had even defeated the warrior ranked ninth, so what was there to fear from the tenth?
But upon actually encountering Gong Ziyu, even without exchanging blows, Hattori Heiji felt he was on the verge of collapse.
The sense of oppression on his mind was far more intense than that of real swords and spears clashing. Hattori Heiji's hands trembled, and his typically decisive swordsmanship was now challenged, even when it came to simply drawing his sword.
