Volume 8 Chapter 97 Luo Sword Ling Feng. Falling Proud Feathers. (Part 6)

Luo Yan lodged his two swords into Abels’ shoulders, piercing through the latter’s Enlightenment to reach his targets thanks to their sharp edges that were renowned for their ability to penetrate potent internal energy. That being said, Luo Yan did feel as though he had to plunge his swords through a thick iron wall when he stabbed Abels. Staring down at the man now glowing red and with his head hanging down, Luo Yan remarked, “You should’ve expected this outcome.”

A red glow emerged on Abels’ arm, replacing his blue energy, rather, devouring his energy, while his eyes were an act of violence. The true qi he used poison to temper finally broke free of his shackles, relieving him of consciously manipulating it. After a howl, Abels poisonous internal energy restored his full power - even exceeding it.

A trail of red petals splattered on the ground as the shockwave blast Abels generated knocked Luo Yan back, although the latter didn’t take any damage in the process. Every exhale, Abels would expel blood from his mouth. Despite being the strongest he’d even been and forcing Luo Yan to retreat, Abels also suffered serious internal injuries.

“Why do you refuse to submit? You know you can’t kill me, so why are you so stubborn?! You think I can’t kill you because I have severe injuries?!”

“I know.”

“Argh!” Abels, now suffering qi deviation, bombed a stone column with his fist, shattering a chunk in the shape of a crescent moon. “I am one of the Supreme Ten Saints, a man pugilists look up to. Your tricks can’t stop me!”

While Abels wouldn’t fall there, he would die if he