Chang Kuanghai's stab wound above the collarbone healed. Not even a single drop of blood had spilled out because the tissue there had locked even the blood vessels. 0

In the blink of an eye, Chen Chuan couldn’t even see any traces of the wound ever existing. 0

Chang Kuanghai cast a glance at the axe still buried in the ground and thought about how to get it back, because he was at a disadvantage fighting against Chen Chuan barehanded. Even though he could close his wounds, it took time, and if he got a lot of wounds, it would affect his ability to fight.0

But he also noticed that while Chen Chuan had retreated, he was clearly waiting for him to go and retrieve the axe. If he spent a brief moment getting his weapon, Chen Chuan could find a chance to overpower him again. 0

So, after some thinking, Chang Kuanghai decided to give up on his axe. He would look for a chance to pick it up during the fight. 0

Chen Chuan adjusted his posture before brandishing the Frost King Saber and moving forward. The first two steps he took were quite slow, but when he took his third step, he sped up and charged at Chang Kuanghai head-on. 0

He had his saber in hand, but Chang Kuanghai had nothing, so he didn’t have to worry about executing certain attacks. 0

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