Stalemate

Zorha stood still, his eyes fixed on the main character who was standing in front of him.

"Remember this young master of Lu Family, I, Nei Lee will not let anyone, even Gods and Demons, touch even the hair of my family."

As Zorha heard that, he didn't know what to react or say, should he be glad that he finally knew the main character's name?

No this time.

He could feel the tension in the air as they both prepared for what was about to happen.

As he watched, he noticed that Nei Lee seemed hesitant to attack him, as if he was unsure of himself.

Zorha's heart raced as he counted down in his mind.

"One," he thought, but nothing happened.

Nei Lee was still there, watching him silently.

Zorha could feel the weight of his gaze on him, pulsing with a cultivated aura that made him feel both intimidated and exhilarated.

As he counted down to "two," Nei Lee remained in the same position, his aura growing stronger with each passing moment.

Zorha could feel the power emanating from him, and he knew that he was facing a formidable opponent.

At "three," Nei Lee was still watching him, his eyes piercing and intense.

Zorha could sense the determination in his opponent, and he knew that he would have to be on his guard if he wanted to come out of this alive.

If he lowered it, this main character would strike.

As he counted down to "four," Zorha could feel the tension building within him.

Nei Lee was still there, looking at him, but he moved his shoulder a little, as if preparing for what was to come.

At "five," Han Chuli, who had been standing nearby, moved aside, giving them more room to fight.

Zorha could feel the cool breeze on his skin, and he could smell the scent of grass and earth in the air.

At "six," Nei Lee furrowed his brow, his eyes never leaving Zorha's.

Zorha could feel the intensity of his opponent's gaze, and he knew that he was in for a tough fight.

As he counted down to "seven," Nei Lee stepped forward a little, his cultivation aura growing stronger with each passing moment.

Zorha could feel the power emanating from him, and he knew that he would have to be on his guard if he wanted to survive this encounter.

At "eight," Zorha saw Nei Lee's figure enlarge, meaning that he was coming to attack him.

Zorha's heart raced as he saw the sharp sword strike his vision.

He could feel the wind as it whistled past his ear, and he could smell the metallic tang of the sword as it cut through the air.

At that moment, Zorha's vision darkened, he was cut and had his head blown off.

Ding!

[ Automatic reset after death within ten seconds activated. ]

Ding!

[ Time stored: 7 hours, 57 minutes and 40 seconds. ]

[ 2 seconds to reset, save or automatic reset. ]

Ding!

[ Things to remember: Don't let the time passes ten seconds or the ability reset won't work. ]

Zorha ignored the system screen as he was used to it now, after the reset, the countdown started again.

However, he still stood there thinking.

Zorha, facing his adversary, Nei Lee, who had a look of malice in his eyes.

He was trying to come up with a plan to save himself from the inevitable.

"Should I beg again?"

Zorha thought, feeling a sense of desperation creeping up on him.

He knew that Nei Lee was dead set on killing him, and no matter what he did, even if he fight back, he wouldn't be able to escape his fate.

As he stood there, Zorha couldn't help but reflect on the events that had led him to this moment.

"Such a move I made, no wonder villains never target the family members of the main characters."

Zorha said, with a glint in his eyes.

However, he did not feel a sense of annoyance at himself, realizing that he had brought this upon himself.

Somehow, Zorha didn't have panic in his eyes, and he spoke with a quiet determination.

"I will try that."

He said, as he formulated a plan in his mind.

Zorha knew that this was his only chance to survive, and he was willing to do whatever it takes to make it out alive.

…

Nei Lee stood poised on one side of the battlefield, his sword at the ready.

He cast a wary eye towards the young master Lu Tang, who stood opposite him.

"I must be careful."

Nei Lee said to himself, his voice laced with worry and hesitation.

"He may be able to dodge my attacks, even with the power I have borrowed from you."

The voice in his stomach responded with a low rumble, he didn't know if it's an agreement with his concerns.

Nei Lee took a step forward, ready to engage with his opponent.

But as he did, he caught sight of a smile playing across Lu Tang's lips.

It was a smile that seemed to mock him, to belittle his skills.

Nei Lee faltered, unsure of himself.

He could feel the weight of his sword in his hand, the cool metal sending shivers down his spine.

Suddenly, Nei Lee's brow furrowed in frustration.

"I can't do this."

He muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on Lu Tang's mocking smile.

"I can't engage with him now."

The voice in his stomach rumbled with impatience.

"Why not?"

It was demanding.

Nei Lee hesitated, his muscles tense with indecision.

"My help won't be wasted if you don't engage, plus, he said he would harm your family members."

The voice urged him.

But Nei Lee could only respond with a contorted expression on his face.

He was torn between his desire to win this battle and his fear of failure.

The voice in his stomach continued to rumble, a constant reminder of the power he had borrowed.

Nei Lee closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

He knew that he had to find the courage to face Lu Tang, no matter what the cost.

Suddenly, the voice inside Nei Lee's stomach reassured him, promising not to get angry and urging him to speak his mind.

Taking a deep breath, Nei Lee gathered his courage and began to speak.

"I fought alongside Lu Ren's brother in my previous life."

He said, his voice tinged with emotion.

"Lu Ren possessed a terrifying inborn special eye, and if Lu Tang had inherited it too, then my borrowed power would be useless against him."

The voice inside Nei Lee's stomach seemed surprised.

"You don't know about the extent of Lu Ren's special eye?" it asked.

Nei Lee shook his head.

"No."

He admitted.

"But in my memories, Lu Ren was always victorious in battle, without a scratch on him. Some soldiers speculated that he had an eye that could see the future-"

Nei Lee was cut off as the voice interrupted him with disbelief.

"Future sight?!" it exclaimed.

Nei Lee nodded slowly, his mind racing with the implications of what he had said.

"I'm afraid to say it, but yes."

Nei Lee still kept his eyes on Lu Tang,

"I had never faced an opponent with such a powerful ability before, and I'm not sure I'm ready to do so now, since all my powerful techniques can only be learned in the future in a higher stage of my cultivation."

But he knew that he had to face Lu Tang, no matter what the cost.

To protect his family, to protect the innocent villagers and never let them experience such dangerous circumstances again.

The fate of the battlefield hung in the balance, and Nei Lee was determined to emerge victorious.