The two swords clashed, and Long Ya was once again struck by Han Yan. This sword, still so simple, so direct, was exactly the same as the one before.
Faced with repeated setbacks, Long Ya's fury and unwillingness had reached their peak. As soon as his body touched the ground, he sprang up again, lunging at Han Yan once more.
However, his internal organs were shaken, and he was quite injured, though in his fury he tried to muster his Qi. As he swung his sword, it clearly lacked the previous might and ferocity, nor the previous sharpness. Han Yan slightly turned, effortlessly dodging the sword edge, and seemed to ponder before casually slapping him across the face.
"Slap!" In the crisp sound of the slap, Long Ya's robust figure spun in place, retreating several steps before sitting heavily on the ground, five bright red fingerprints quickly appearing on his face.
This slap wasn't heavy, yet it was absolutely shocking.
