Chapter 47: Just One Palm Lin Xiaoyu felt she had reached her limit. Her arms felt like lead, and every swing of her sword took every ounce of her strength. Her vision began to blur, making it impossible to tell blood from sweat. There were no fewer than thirty wounds of various sizes on her body, the deepest of which cut from her left shoulder down to her waist, nearly exposing the bone beneath. Yet, she kept swinging her sword. Because there were still enemies. Because... "I can't…