Jiang Qi's short knife lunged in like a venomous snake, while Ye Qingchen's Longsword cleaved down like thunder, sparks spraying in all directions as the entire bedchamber seemed shrouded beneath the fury of their clash.
Jiang Qi laughed maniacally, relentlessly ramping up his offensive as if he meant to drive Ye Qingchen into a hopeless dead end. His eyes were bloodshot with excitement, his whole being sunk into a state of madness: "Ye Qingchen, your fate rests in my hands! You can't possibly defeat me!"
Ye Qingchen's gaze was ice-cold, utterly unwavering, his sword momentum rising in wave after wave, forcing Jiang Qi to retreat step by step against his will.
Every strike of his carried the steadfast resolve in his heart, vowing to utterly defeat Jiang Qi. The air was saturated with killing intent where Sword Qi and razor-edged steel intersected; the two figures wove and collided in the fierce battle, as though life and death could be decided in an instant.
