Yue Jang and Wang Chen were locked in a fierce battle, their swords clashing and sparks flying as they fought. Sweat beaded on Yue Jang's forehead as he strained to block Wang Chen's attacks, his muscles burning with the effort. Despite his best efforts, Yue Jang could not seem to gain the upper hand. Wang Chen was too fast, too skilled, and too determined to be beaten.
As they circled each other, Yue Jang muttered under his breath in frustration. "Damn it, I can't win against Wang Chen like this," he said, his voice low and gritty with determination.
"Yideng, help me defeat this guy. One shot is enough for him," Yue Jang communicated with Yideng telepathically.
"I suspected something was off about him, but you underestimated him, and now you're paying the price," Yideng said, his expression grave.
"I will help you once," Yideng agreed to aid Yue Jang.