The Chiliarch did not make any verbal response.
He merely wielded tens of hands, knives, spears, staffs, swords, hammers, hooks, halberds; all kinds of weapons weaving through layers upon layers of illusions, continuously striking the Ivory Engraved Cross Sword.
Clang! Clang clang clang clang!!
The continuous clash sounded almost simultaneously.
The high-frequency vibrations were not crisp; rather, when overlapping, they became quite sharp and piercing.
As sparks flew, space wrinkled and air currents burst forth.
Chen Lun felt the strange forces coming from the sword, twisting and turning, eventually deflecting his blade.
The skillfulness of it could not be encompassed by the worldly notion of "Skillstrike". To truly describe it, each strike from the Chiliarch seemed to condense the essence of earthly techniques, returning to simplicity, reaching a height unimaginable and incomprehensible to humans.
'Hmm? What principle is this... So bizarre.'
Chen Lun murmured to himself.
