In this place, there are only you and me, and once defeated, there is no reason to continue.
"Clang!" Ye Wuming composed himself, inexplicably producing a dagger from somewhere, and diagonally parrying the blade.
The dagger crossed the broadsword, holding steady, yet ultimately unable to break it away.
A strange light flashed in Zhao Changhe's eyes as he suppressed the urge to ask where the dagger came from. The Dragon Sparrow swung, instantly wielding countless slashes, like a torrential storm descending upon him.
Ye Wuming held the dagger in reverse, his form weaving through the storm, like a phantom.
If outsiders were watching, they probably couldn't see the silhouettes or the blade's radiance, only hearing the continuous sound like pearls falling on a jade plate.
The two tacitly avoided using any Star Power, any causal abilities, or any Space-time Slash. It was merely the purest of force and speed, Martial Arts Skill pitted against each other.
