Pan Yong was already prepared, his figure instantly flew backward, and in mid-air, he drew his right hand from his waist, causing a chaotic clatter. His soft sword flashed in front of him, with the sword light flickering and dazzling the eyes.
Though the cave was narrow, both fighters had extraordinary body techniques. Inside the cave, within a breath, they had already exchanged several moves.
Duan Rong's tiger's mouth was faintly trembling. Although he had practiced diligently, in the end, his true qi was still a step below Pan Yong's.
Duan Rong's Duster Mountain-Cracking Saber was sometimes delicate and intricate, sometimes fierce and powerful. When attacking, it often left the opponent struggling to respond.
Yet Pan Yong's soft sword technique nearly turned his entire body into an impenetrable defense, and Duan Rong's strong attacks were effortlessly blocked.
The two engaged in a bout, then separated.
