Sawyer's fists collided heavily, sparking a shower of sparks from his knuckles.
The entire arena fell silent instantly, with the morale of the Dingchuan Academy's formation at its peak, all eyes were on Tang Liuyun.
The two daggers lightly touched in front of him, then slowly pulled apart.
A sharp metallic scraping sound arose.
Zzz...
Clang!
A spark burst forth, and Tang Liuyun's figure leapt into the air like a cheetah emerging from the shadows, tracing arcs of afterimages in mid-air with a bizarre trajectory, darting forward instantaneously.
Sawyer, nearly 190 centimeters tall, had his rock-like chiseled muscles lightly trembling at that moment; it was chilling to watch his eye whites lift as he retreated, his right fist spinning the air into a vortex before his gaze fixed straight ahead.
Suddenly, he punched!
With a thud, the air rippled with wave-like distortions.
"You fell for it."
