As Suo Ming fell, Pang Dong's Great Sword CLANGED to the ground. He desperately held himself up, his legs trembling. Just then, Suo Ming twitched on the ground, giving Pang Dong a fright. 'Does he still have some strength left?'
Suo Ming lay on the ground, his body numb. Not only was his Elemental Power depleted, but his physical stamina was also completely exhausted. He had met his match. Defensive Body Cultivators had their own weakness: insufficient attack power. They couldn't launch a desperate, life-risking attack—they weren't even given the opportunity—which was why the fight had devolved into a stalemate.
He had wanted to drag the fight into a draw, but no matter how strong his will, even if he wasn't afraid to die, he couldn't change the outcome. Toward the end of the fight, Pang Dong had realized this. Although he was a Power Cultivator, he couldn't land a fatal blow on Suo Ming. His only option was to rely on his superior Elemental Power to win a war of attrition.
