CLANG—!
After blocking a strike from the Grand Elder with his Thick-Backed Saber, Zhaang Ye gracefully retreated. The Grand Elder wanted to counterattack, but he was powerless to do so.
Zhaang Chengtian and the Grand Elder exchanged a look, both feeling their age.
For the past few days, Zhaang Ye had been sparring with the two of them almost ceaselessly. He was the type who grew stronger the more he fought. By now, his Reverse Flow Slash was far more polished, and even his Gentle Wind Slash and Basic Saber Technique had advanced, subtly developing new variations. Zhaang Chengtian and the Grand Elder, relying on their strength at the Early Stage of Martial Arts Third Layer, could only fight Zhaang Ye to a draw, finding it nearly impossible to defeat him.
