“Surprised? Or disappointed?” Qin Ye stepped out of the billowing plume of Yin energy, holding Fate tightly in his hands as he looked at Rumyantsev in the eye.

Not a single person other than Ryu Changmin could sense anything amiss with Qin Ye. That said, the truth of the matter was that even speaking alone took almost every bit of energy and strength that Qin Ye could muster.

After all, he had drawn out every bit of reserves from his body to trigger another attack using Fate. His entire body was trembling in pain, and his bones clicked, almost as though they were ready to fall apart at any moment. Even his legs were shivering madly from overdrawing on his Yin energy reserves.

These injuries are terrible… In fact, they’re probably far worse than back then at the Strait of Tsushima. I’m afraid that several of my internal organs are already bleeding… is this… the price of holding out for another three minutes?

In that instant, Qin Ye couldn’t help but develop the urge to hold up the Second King Yanluo by the collar - What the hell do you mean by learning journey?! Do you think I’m a combat-type Yin spirit? I’m a knowledge-class Yin spirit, do you understand? Talent management and administration are my forte! We’re not the same! Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses!!!

“Lord Qin… Can… can you still hold on?” Ryu Changmin could sense something amiss with Qin Ye. After...