Shihui Cactus's creation of the Cactus also required a large amount of stamina; his exhaustion far exceeded the audience's imagination, and his body unknowingly showed symptoms of mild fatigue, as the hand wielding the Cactus Bat gradually became powerless.
Others didn't know, but Yang Yu could see it clearly on his panel; the decisive moment was finally about to arrive.
Shihui Cactus slightly closed his weary eyes, resting for a few seconds. Any further delay would leave him with no chance of victory.
The thought of a quick battle filled Shihui Cactus's mind.
With a forceful swing, Shihui Cactus's Attack missed once more. He simply tossed away the Cactus Bat and grew a spiked ball in his hand.
Seeing this, Yang Yu pulled back his half-slung Sword and carefully retreated a few steps.
