Blocking the first thrust wasn't difficult, but Wu Yu wasn't looking for passive defense; he wanted victory.

Flawless.

This was the conclusion Wu Yu reached after frantically calculating in his mind: Wu Yu could not see the Sword Saint's weakness, and even if he blocked every subsequent sword strike, he would only end up dying from exhaustion.

In other words, with the amount of computation I can currently handle, I can't possibly harm the Blademaster?

When the system reaches the limit of what the mind can bear, it will forcibly stop the skill once. The skill can still be released, but Wu Yu will not be able to comprehend the subsequent information, and he will also faint.

Wu Yu has now reached the critical point, and his choice is to exceed the limit.

He couldn't stand the existence of beings in this world that he couldn't contend with even with cheat codes; it would make him feel insecure, and he didn't want that kind of life of constant fear.

Continue to increase the limit of [Insight].

In the sea of ​​the spirit, a gray old-fashioned clock lay quietly. Unbeknownst to Wu Yu, the hands on it turned slightly by one notch.

Time stood still, just like when I used [Time Blade - Instant Kill] last time; everything stopped moving.

Wu Yu was also unable to move, but he could still think. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, they would be full of flaws the moment he stopped.

Finally, I see a future of victory.

Knowing that he could win was enough for Wu Yu; he didn't care about the insignificant outcome of the match.

Before swinging his sword, Wu Yu deactivated [Insight] and switched to [Parry].

With sword tips touching, on the same horizontal line, Wu Yu used the same force to deflect the Sword Saint's first attack, and both of their bodies froze simultaneously.

The Sword Saint was delighted by Wu Yu's counterattack and flicked his wrist, intending to change his move. But Wu Yu stumbled and fell to the ground.

The sudden turn of events forced the Sword Saint to abandon the current battle, release his self-imposed mental restraints, and roughly examine Wu Yu's physical condition.

The Sword Saint's expression turned strange.

Wu Yu's breathing was heavy and even, making it seem as if he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.