Zheng Jin tried to use [Flicker] to get away, but it was already far too late. The least he could do was cover himself in a coat of Dragonfire as a blast of pure, icy yin energy sent him flying through the air.
"What the hell...have I been doing?!" Zheng Jin thought, lamenting his idiocy as he landed on the ground hard—his consciousness steadily fading.
The superior quality of his opponent's Named Weapon completely escaped Zheng Jin's notice. The martial skill that the Boreal Crusher exhibited overwhelmed the Burning Bloodsword's plain and simple, which resulted in such a one-sided exchange.
Zheng Jin coughed as he laid on the ground, helpless. It wasn't fair. If only he had been thinking rationally since the fight started, then maybe he wouldn't have been too aggressive. Maybe he could
