Shi Tiexin's eyes flashed. The blade of his right hand suddenly severed itself soundlessly at the wrist and fell. A swift wind curled around him, turning his body into a phantom as he circled the attacker in the span of a finger snap.
The attacker turned his head and glared. Crimson death rays swept around after him, setting off explosions in every direction.
Howling wind, scorching waves, a rolling sea of fire.
When everything calmed slightly, Shi Tiexin and the attacker stood facing each other, thirty meters apart.
Shi Tiexin wanted to get closer, but he could no longer close the distance.
The attacker wanted to retreat farther, but he could no longer widen it.
After that instant of pursuit, evasion, flashing, and shifting, thirty meters had become the final distance of equilibrium.
The blazing fire lit the surroundings red. Both of their clothes were tattered.
The attacker used mind arts to block the line of sight, but in truth, both men were watching each other.
At last, they had reached this moment. Blades crossed at close quarters; one would live, and one would die.
The feeling of this moment was very strange.
An old schemer meeting another old schemer, feeling an inexplicable mutual appreciation.
Both wanted to say something.
For example, Shi Tiexin really wanted to ask him what his name was. Surely he could not be surnamed Attack and named Assailant.
And the other man also wanted to ask Shi Tiexin how he had trained his omnipotence, whether he truly had a saint's favor and Heaven's special blessing.
Yet neither of them said anything.
Because both knew that with an old schemer's fighting style, once preparations had been made, there was only one way to fight upon their next meeting: instant death.
Either you killed me in one