442. Winning

With a long gash upon his shoulder, Leng Zhian crossed the blow that aimed to his chest with his swords. But then, his feet couldn't stop sliding as he was being pushed backwards. His opponent, who wielded a ten meters long mace, grinned widely. 

Once again, Leng Zhian tried to absorb the Lingqi within the mace to replenish his own energy. Unfortunately, the enemy quickly noticed and immediately disengaged with him and twirled his mace to another direction. 

Simultaneously, an image of a colossal bull formed behind the warrior. Leng Zhian, who knew full well the force of the blows, quickly activated one of the traits he had absorbed from a demonic beast. His glossy exoskeleton soon revealed red veins all over while streams comin

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