Balin had expected that this strike, if it didn’t end Charlie’s life, would at least leave him badly injured. To his astonishment, however, his opponent's evasion turned out to be quicker than he anticipated.
The attack failed to deliver a fatal blow, it only inflicted a superficial cut, a gash that broke the skin. For a cultivator, such a minor wound was negligible, as long as they had a sufficient reserve of reiki in their body and treated the injury promptly, it would cause no significant problems. However, this strike instilled a deep sense of confidence in Balin.
Fixing his gaze on Charlie, he sneered mockingly, “You lucky brat! You caught a break today. This is probably the weakest I’ve been in years, otherwise, given your low level of cultivation, I would have decapitated you with one strike a long time ago!”
Charlie responded with a cold smirk, “Have you ever heard the saying, 'Kick a man when he’s down'? You’re currently depleting your own cultivation base just to keep up the reiki needed to fight me. As long as I can outlast you, I’ll eventually wear you down until your own cultivation level drops below mine!”
Balin dismissed him with a scoff, “You brat, dodging that last strike was just luck, but don’t expect to be so fortunate again! Do you really think I, Balin, have no other tricks up my sleeve?”
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