Zheng Fan began to accelerate, and so did Mr. Chen, the rhythm of Mr. Chen's sword scabbard striking the floor tiles quickening.
ROAR!
Zheng Fan bellowed and lunged, his legs pushing off the ground to launch him into the air.
Mr. Chen slashed his sword upward. In that instant, his Sword Qi erupted, like a long rainbow piercing the sun.
But as Zheng Fan hung suspended in mid-air, his body abruptly trembled, and he astonishingly altered his trajectory to dodge the blow.
However, just as Zheng Fan descended, attempting a sneak attack on Mr. Chen's flank, Mr. Chen simply released his grip on the sword hilt.
His sword, as if possessing a life of its own, twisted in mid-air, propelled by his Qi and blood.
BANG!
The longsword directly pierced Zheng Fan's shoulder, simultaneously sending him flying toward a pillar.
BUZZ!
The sword embedded itself in the pillar, pinning Zheng Fan to it.
The gap... is way too vast... Xue Three closed his eyes in despair.
