Whenever Xu Fei faced an armed opponent, his Mountain-Severing Finger had always given him an unbeatable edge.
No weapon could escape being sliced apart when pitted against it.
But this time, something unexpected happened. His Mountain-Severing Finger clashed head-on with the blood-red samurai sword, and they seemed evenly matched!
In the end, as the voodoo master unleashed another attack with the mysterious mask, Xu Fei opted to pull back for the moment.
“Bloody hell! Is my Mountain-Severing Finger losing its bite?”
Xu Fei, now at a distance, eyed the voodoo master with a twinge of frustration.
When he’d launched his attack, he’d taken the precaution of wrapping his arms in true qi, just in case something went wrong in the fight.
Now, he could clearly sense that a chunk of the true qi coating his arms had vanished.
It meant a good portion of his attack had been neutralised during the clash.
If he hadn’t prepared like that, the consequences could’ve been dire!
“Hmph! Too late for regrets now! I’ll take your head to Lord Evil King, and maybe then he’ll accept my allegiance!”
The voodoo master could obviously tell Xu Fei wasn’t quite himself.
He knew the kid had come off worse in their earlier collision, otherwise Xu Fei would’ve pressed the advantage.
As it stood, the one who should be pressing the attack was him!
With a roar, the voodoo master’s ghost face covering grew even larger, and the samurai sword in his hand started humming ominously.
His assault looked fierce, but Xu Fei’s sharp senses picked up something off.
Compared to before, the voodoo master was clearly not at his peak. His face was etched with wrinkles, aging a decade in moments.
Xu Fei wasn’t unfamiliar with this sight.
“Looks like he’s burning through his life force to fight, like those Blood-Clad Sect blokes. Wonder how long he can keep it up!”
Xu Fei was getting serious now, and more crucially, he could feel the Yang energy in his body stirring again.
After the showdown in the voodoo master’s basement massage parlour, Xu Fei’s Yang energy had grown tremendously, reaching an early stage of sentience.
If it hadn’t stepped up back then, with Xu Fei drugged and bound, he’d likely be a goner by now.
This should’ve been good news, but Xu Fei was starting to sense something wasn’t quite right.
With sentience, his Yang energy could communicate with him on a basic level, promising even better synergy in the future.
But it came with risks. Sentient Yang energy wasn’t just a tool like true qi, sitting there for the taking.
With true qi, Xu Fei could tap into it whenever he pleased.
But sentient Yang energy? It didn’t answer to his call unless the enemy was strong enough to trigger it.
“Once I deal with this bloke, I’ll need to buckle down and train properly!”
Xu Fei muttered to himself, hoping it’d reinforce his authority as its master.
He could instantly feel the Yang energy settle, becoming more docile and obedient.
