But as a battle-hardened samurai, how could he easily retreat?
He clenched his teeth, a ferocious look on his face, and swung his Japanese Saber more fiercely. The power of his "Wind-slicing Blade" was pushed to its extreme. The blade shone like clusters of black flames, leaping wildly under the scorching sun.
In an instant, the glimmer of blades and the shadows of fingers clashed fiercely as the two fought hard to a standstill.
Each strike from Takeda Sanroku carried immense force, the blade's wind howling as if to tear everything around it apart.
Every point from Liu Dayou contained powerful True Qi, his finger wind fierce enough to pierce through steel.
