BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—
Atop the arena, the nail spikes on the Wolf Fang Club were all cleaved apart by the pale-blue Sword Qi, scattering everywhere. Yet, the Wolf Fang Club itself continued to whoosh like the wind, gradually forcing Pei Jing into a corner of the arena.
Now!
Qi Shuo's eyes bulged with rage, the veins on his arms bulging prominently as he suddenly increased his speed and swept the Wolf Fang Club towards Pei Jing.
The countless cracks on the surface of the Wolf Fang Club tore through the air, stirring up a fierce gale. Even a mere graze could send an opponent flying away like a pebble.
Pei Jing's gaze slightly condensed, his vision narrowing to only himself and his opponent, blind to the audience outside the arena. He leaned forward and knelt on one knee. Grabbing the middle of his right arm with his left hand, he aligned two fingers of his right hand to form a Sword technique, pressing them heavily downward towards the ground.
