Inside the Mirage Domain
Luo Qing was growing increasingly frustrated. Every strike he unleashed hit nothing but air, his fists dissipating Chen Mo's image into fog. His face twisted with rage as he shouted into the dense mist.
"Brat! Quit hiding and face me like a man!"
Chen Mo, on the other hand, was unfazed, almost amused. His calm, mocking voice echoed through the domain.
"Luo Qing, do you have brain damage? For the past two hours, you've been punching air like a madman. I didn't think someone this stupid could become the sect master of the Azure Cloudy Sect. What a joke! This sect is nothing more than a circus! AHAHAHA!"
"YOU...!" Luo Qing roared, his face turning crimson. Chen Mo's taunts made his blood boil to the point of vomiting. A trail of blood trickled from the corner of his lips as he spat out angrily, "You brat! Once I catch you, I'll tear you limb from limb! If you have guts, show yourself!"
Chen Mo yawned, clearly uninterested.
"Luo Qing, I'm getting bored of this little circus show of yours. It's time to end this farce."
A gleam of cold light cut through the fog. Chen Mo had drawn the Nirvana Sword once more. With a quick, precise motion, he slashed lightly at Luo Qing's hand, leaving only a tiny, seemingly insignificant wound on his finger.
Luo Qing smirked, thinking Chen Mo had blundered.
"Is that the best you can do, brat? A pathetic scratch? Did you aim for my abdomen and miss because of your inexperience? HA! You think this will win you the fight?!" Luo Qing's mocking laughter filled the mist, but Chen Mo simply remained silent, a sly smile curling on his lips.
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Luo Qing continued ranting.
"Once you attack again, it'll be the time of your—"
He suddenly stopped, a strange dizziness overtaking him. His body swayed slightly as confusion flashed across his face.
"What… What's happening…?" Luo Qing muttered, his voice shaky. He glanced around in the foggy environment, unable to understand why he suddenly felt so weak. His breathing quickened. "Why do I feel… dizzy?"
In the silence, Chen Mo's voice emerged, calm and deliberate, counting out loud.
"Three minutes and twenty seconds..."
"What?!" Luo Qing barked nervously, his arrogance slipping. "What do you mean three minutes—"
Chen Mo's cold voice cut him off.
"Three minutes and twenty-five seconds…"
Luo Qing staggered as an overwhelming weakness crashed over him. His eyes widened in horror as realization finally hit him. Blood. He glanced down at his hand—blood was still dripping from the small wound Chen Mo had inflicted earlier. It hadn't stopped. In fact, it had been pouring out the entire time, unnoticed in the foggy environment.
"W-What have you done to me?!" Luo Qing screamed, his voice laced with panic. He stumbled forward, but his body refused to obey.
"Three minutes and thirty seconds…" Chen Mo continued, ignoring Luo Qing's pleas.
Luo Qing collapsed to his knees, his face ashen, his body visibly weakening as if he had been drained of life itself. His voice trembled as he struggled to speak.
"Y-You… You…"
Before he could finish, his body crumpled to the ground, lifeless—completely drained of blood.
Chen Mo approached the corpse, calmly sliding the Nirvana Sword back into its sheath. His voice carried a note of curiosity as he observed Luo Qing's motionless form.
"Three minutes and thirty-five seconds… So that's how long it takes for the bleed effect to kill someone. Hmm… it's a little slow, but for now, it'll do."