'Clear Wind Bright Moon Dusk Slash!' Zhaang Ye finally knew the name of this Saber Technique.
Before he could dwell on it, a bright moon materialized overhead—Lee Lie's saber had arrived.
Everyone below the Martial Arts Arena stared at Zhaang Ye, wondering if he would also execute a Bright Moon Slash. Even the two people in purple atop the Memorial Stone fixed their gazes on him.
Lee Lie's Bright Moon Slash was fierce and domineering; even Zhaang Ye couldn't counter it with an ordinary move. Facing the bright moon above, Zhaang Ye abruptly raised his Heavy Saber. The pitch-black weapon transformed into a dark cloud, surging toward the moon.
"Huh?"
When Zhaang Ye executed his Reverse Flow Slash, the crowd below the Martial Arts Arena found it oddly familiar. That's right, familiar. Zhaang Ye's move was clearly not the Bright Moon Slash, but like it, it was a Saber Technique that condensed a hundred strikes into one, and it was just as domineering and fierce.
