CLANG!
Zhou Tong flicked the blade of his sword, using the recoil to leap back.
"Your swordsmanship isn't bad. I didn't expect you to have some actual skill. Let's see how many of my moves you can block!"
Zhou Tong's eyes gleamed with excitement. He laughed loudly, stomped his right foot on the ground, and charged towards Bing Ruolan like a great eagle.
"Flowing Cloud Crosses the Peak!"
Bing Ruolan's eyes were calm. She moved on the tips of her toes across the arena, her figure as light and elusive as a floating cloud as she slipped past Zhou Tong.
SWISH.
A small cut appeared on the sleeve of Zhou Tong's left arm.
"Again!"
Enraged, Zhou Tong's face turned the color of burning coal. He roared and charged recklessly around the arena like a wild bull. Each step he took left a new footprint on the platform.
Bing Ruolan, on the other hand, had calmed down.
