"Good technique, but still far inferior to me!"
The swordsman laughed heartily, seemingly relaxed, and even somewhat disdainful towards the adversary.
The opponent's strength was just too weak.
He could easily cope with it.
His sword drawn from its scabbard, its light illuminating the sky, it seemed as though space itself was cleaved in two.
However,
Hardly moments after their clash began, the swordsman found himself at a disadvantage.
"How can this be!" The swordsman was shocked beyond belief.
He gazed at Chi Hongtong with utter astonishment.
The enemy's offensive, seemingly not strong, exerted a pressure that was unimaginably formidable.
"You actually hid your aura and strength!" The swordsman struggled even harder, desperately resisting.
But in the next instant, his chest was pierced by Chi Hongtong's spear, sending him flying hundreds of miles back, blood spraying and utterly disheveled.
