Several more minutes passed.
Chu Shanhe felt the Qi and Blood in his body flowing like a stream about to run dry. Its circulation was noticeably sluggish and difficult.
Aches and fatigue spread through his limbs—a sign that his stamina was nearing its limit.
He knew he was at the end of his rope.
'He must be about done for, too!'
Gritting his teeth, Chu Shanhe squeezed out the last of his Qi and Blood, his assault intensifying rather than weakening.
He believed Xu Wuyi must have expended far more energy than him. Now it was a battle of Willpower—a contest to see who would break first!
He threw a punch that knocked aside Xu Wuyi's block, leaving his center wide open!
An opening!
A sharp glint flashed in Chu Shanhe's eyes. He focused the last of his strength into one finger and thrust it straight toward the acupoint on Xu Wuyi's Chest!
If this finger strike landed true, it would be enough to instantly sever the flow of Qi and Blood and seal his victory!
