Zhen Yuan knew he couldn't compete on sword qi and sword intent.
After all, Lu Jing was a bona fide sword cultivator while he was just a dabbler. Considering that, he planned to rely on perception to exploit the weaknesses in Lu Jing's swordsmanship.
'Let's hope it works.' He thought, but suddenly frowned.
Less than a breath later, he slashed downwards and retreated three metres.
At the same time, a loud clang echoed in the square, and the spectators immediately shifted their focus to the fight that had just begun.
"I am surprised you blocked that." Lu Jing said, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.
He was originally not excited about the fight.
However, Zhen Yuan's reaction told him that the fight wouldn't be as one-sided as he thought it would be.
Let's have a good fight." He said and unleashed another attack.
Seeing the silver crescent flying towards him, Zhen Yuan narrowed his eyes and tightened his hand around his sword handle.
