In the vast virtual coliseum, hundreds of thousands of eyes, the observers from the four major factions—all gazes were focused on the final triangular zone.
The very air was frozen, as if breath itself had been stolen.
Fine beads of cold sweat slid down Zhou Kai's temples.
His roar vibrated the surrounding air. His heavy saber, carrying a fierce and unrivaled gale, swept toward Li Wen like a ceaseless, raging tide.
However, no matter how crazily Zhou Kai attacked, the figure opposite him was like a steadfast rock, like flowing water.
Li Wen shifted his feet lightly, his long saber moving with only the slightest, most precise angles to parry and redirect, cleverly deflecting and dispersing attacks powerful enough to shatter stone.
That ordinary saber in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, always managing to steadily intercept Zhou Kai's attacks at the very nexus where his offense was at its peak, yet also at its most vulnerable.
