"Ding Ding Ding —"
"Dang Dang Dang —"
Zhang Jue and Abel were both waving their long swords around the edge of the cliff.
Zhang Jue's clothes had been cut into countless holes, and most of the blood had dried up. If it weren't for his abnormal self-healing ability, he would have already gone into shock from the excessive blood loss.
Abel, on the other hand, was still at ease. He held his sword with one hand, and every slash was aimed at Zhang Jue's vital points.
Abel's physical strength and stamina were top-notch. Even if Zhang Jue tricked him into giving him the same divine weapon, he was still no match for Abel in a one-on-one fight. It was already a miracle that he wasn't killed on the spot.
However, Zhang Jue wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he was getting more and more excited, as if he was enjoying the fight. Even Abel felt that something was wrong.
"Aren't you afraid of dying?" He asked.
Zhang Jue licked his lips, "You might not believe it, but I've never been afraid of anything in my life. Take this!"
The two continued to fight.
Abel's every slash was accompanied by a strong wind. Even if Zhang Jue could block his sword, he would be injured by the blade. However, Zhang Jue relied on his self-healing ability and fearlessly fought with Abel to a standstill.
The most terrifying thing was that Abel felt that Zhang Jue was improving little by little in this fight.
At the beginning, he would be injured almost every time they fought. Now, he could dodge most of his attacks, and it only took him ten minutes to do so. This speed of improvement could only be described as terrifying.
Abel had lived for so long, but this was the first time he met someone who was more talented than him.
What did this kid think of him as? A stepping stone for him to improve?
Thinking of this, Abel was furious.
He had never been looked down upon like this before.
"Zhang Jue!" Abel's eyes were filled with murderous intent, "Today, I will chop your head off!"
"Okay, it's a deal!" Zhang Jue fought with him and laughed, "Abel, if you can't chop off my head today, you'll be my grandson. My son won't have a butt hole, and my daughter will look like a neighbor!"
Abel was so angry that he almost fainted.
…
Zhang Jue had killed a thousand enemies and lost a thousand and two hundred of his own men. He had even made Cain suffer a loss.
But he didn't care. At this moment, he was in a state of extreme excitement.
Every cell in his body was abnormally active. Even without using the dragon crystal, he could clearly see the trajectory of Abel's blade. His body reacted naturally, and as the battle progressed, he became more and more skillful.
Just as Abel thought, Zhang Jue treated him as a sparring partner.
Elder Chen had once said that true Kung Fu needed to be tempered with blood. Without experiencing life and death situations, one would always be lacking in maturity.
Ever since he came to this world, Zhang Jue had always been high-spirited. Everything had been smooth sailing for him, and he rarely had the chance to fight to his heart's content.
When it came to scheming, there were probably not many people who could be his opponent. For a child like Abel, who was a little simple-minded, he could easily get tricked by him.
But the opportunity to fight one-on-one with Abel was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he couldn't seize this opportunity, then he shouldn't be called Zhang Jue. He should change his name to Simple-Minded.
Zhang Jue's repeated provocations made Abel even angrier. He couldn't wait to turn Zhang Jue into ashes.
He believed that from now on, other than Cain, Zhang Jue would also be on his kill list. He believed that for a long time to come, he would firmly occupy the second place on the list.
"Hey, Abel, show me what you've got," Zhang Jue mocked. "Why are your attacks getting slower and slower? You're like a girl."
Abel attacked with all his might, but he finally realized that although he still had the upper hand, Zhang Jue's defense had reached its peak. He couldn't break through his defense at all. For the first time, he regretted lending his long sword to Zhang Jue.
However, Zhang Jue was like a roundworm in his stomach. Just as he thought of this, he heard Zhang Jue say in a despicable tone, "Well, Abel, why don't you just make my sword disappear? If you don't use these dirty tricks, you definitely won't be able to kill me. Sigh, I'm sorry.
You're in a hurry. "
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