Ye Xing swung his sword with his right hand, wrapping wind spiritual energy around the blade and attacking Xiao Rui in the most direct way possible.
He wanted to let the other person know that even by relying on brute force alone, he could still crush him.
Yet Xiao Rui, as a counter-attack protagonist, was destined to be a tough nut to crack and could never be easily beaten down by Ye Xing.
Xiao Rui immediately mobilized the Thunderclap Sword Style, likewise coating his blade in lightning.
The longswords in the hands of the two men—one radiating blue light and the other purple light—collided directly in midair, emitting a sharp, ear-splitting screech.
The crowd looked on at the scene in the arena with extreme astonishment—were the Holy Son and Xiao Rui really going to go toe-to-toe and spar without using any spells at all?
The two men stood on opposite sides of the stage, with immensely formidable wind and thunder spiritual energy in between them.
With the stance they had struck, they were practically about to suck in all the spiritual energy present in the arena.
A fierce gale blew, and the continuous roaring crackle of thunder rang out endlessly. To say nothing of the two men in the center of the ring, even the spectators offstage were frightened by this display.
"How come the sky feels like it's growing dim? Wasn't it just a clear day a moment ago?"
"There's a feeling like a storm is about to arrive."
"Are the Holy Son and Xiao Rui actually forcing a clash with spiritual energy? A spar like this doesn't look like an exchange of pointers; instead, it looks like they're trying to outdo each other."
"Judging from their presence, the gap in spiritual energy between them shouldn't be very large."