This meant he had completely cut off Mr. Chen's retreat. Mr. Chen had no choice now. It was like a head-on car collision; swerving would only lead to a worse fate. He had to brace himself and crash head-on! Mr. Chen had no way out. As a swordsman, he never imagined that the moment his opponent appeared—in their very first exchange—the enemy would aggressively force a decisive battle without any probing attacks.
The long sword pointed forward, its tip aimed at Shatuo Queshi's fist. Mr. Chen channeled all his vital energy into the long sword, which resonated with a hum. Every sword, from the moment of its forging, possesses its own soul. While not all can be legendary blades like Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, in the hands of a true swordsman, they often achieve a spiritual union with their master. Upon the long sword, a white phoenix seemed to materialize, spreading its wings and letting out a cry.
BOOM!!!
The tip of the sword and the fist had collided.
CRACK...
