"Motolo!" Ye Tianfan roared upon seeing the man.
"I heard you, I heard you, no need to shout! Cough cough!" Motolo said nonchalantly, digging at his ears.
After speaking, an abnormal flush appeared on his face, and he started coughing violently.
Hmm?
Ye Tianfan looked puzzled at the violently coughing Motolo. What's going on? Why does he seem so weak and his aura so unstable? Could it be that the technique that shattered the Great Fire Sword earlier consumed a lot of energy? Or is there some sort of aftereffect?
Ye Tianfan thought uncertainly, but he charged forward again. He needed to confirm something, to see if Motolo was just exhausted or injured.
Ye Tianfan, holding the Fire Lotus Sword, charged forward again, striking hard at Motolo's right arm which was used for defense.
This time, Ye Tianfan stood firm, not being blown away, instead maintaining a stalemate.
"One stroke!" Ye Tianfan whispered.
