C47 Sword Chime and Thunderclap

Ye Chen was drenched in sweat, his white shirt soaked through. He felt as though his strength was almost entirely depleted. If not for sheer willpower keeping him upright, he might have already collapsed, unconscious. Absorbing and refining dozens of lightning strikes in one go was no ordinary feat for someone at the sixth level of the Martial Soul Stage. Yet, his eyes were steady