Gao Yiping's gaze was icy, and without a word, he swung his fist at Little Sword God the moment he jumped onto the arena.
Little Sword God drew his sword, showing no sign of panic, and swung it to attack.
Despite being tall and sturdy, Gao Yiping moved incredibly swiftly, dodging Little Sword God's attack with an extremely twisted posture.
The first sword strike missed.
Following up, Little Sword God smoothly launched a second attack.
This strike was as fast as lightning; the cold gleam flashed, and the sword was already in front of Gao Yiping, leaving no room to evade.
It seemed like this strike would claim Gao Yiping's life.
But in that split second, Gao Yiping clapped his palms together, remarkably catching the blade.
The sword edge didn't lose momentum, sliding forward in Gao Yiping's hands, slicing his palms and causing blood to drip.
Seeing the sword tip about to pierce Gao Yiping, the sword blade slowly stopped, firmly clamped by Gao Yiping's palms.
