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Evening.
Chen Qing had a hearty meal, but he didn't dare eat too much to avoid affecting his judgment during a confrontation.
He tidied up his clothes, ensuring he was in the most flexible state.
He didn't have a breastplate or any armor on; if armor were useful, who the heck would bother with cultivating immortality?
He carefully checked his body, moved slightly to ensure every part was in its best condition.
He knew exactly where his chance at victory lay.
It was relying on the surprise of the Mist Butterfly and the powerful destructive force of his Sword Butterfly to finish the opponent with one blow before they could react.
If one blow didn't settle it, he would go for a second.
If two blows didn't do it, then he would go for a third!
If three blows couldn't settle it, then it was time to prepare to run at full speed.
He prepared a medium-grade Spirit Stone to restore Spiritual Energy, opened his hand, and looked at his Sword Butterfly.