Upon the Immortal Dew Gathering Terrace!
This space seemed pieced together from countless fragments. The flow of time and the scale of different locations varied enormously, even across a distance of inches.
Anyone with sharp eyes knew that this strange scene had been caused by the collision of Zhou You's and Dongfang Da Qian's two Half-Sage-level powers, their fragments and aftershocks scattering everywhere.
This created an exceptionally bizarre visual spectacle.
Spectators positioned in the east, south, west, and north saw vastly different scenes at the same moment, the images completely out of sync.
Not only were the images out of sync, but the sounds and images were as well.
Often, Zhou You's blade would strike Dongfang Da Qian's back, only for a startled cry of "Ow!" to burst from Zhou You's own mouth. Then, after another two or three exchanges, Zhou You would open his mouth in pain, yet no sound could be heard at all.
Zhou You had drawn out every last scrap of potential from his Half-Sage divine weapon. As he wielded it, its brilliance flashed in all directions, cold as the depths of winter.
He wielded only a single blade, yet his moves changed in a thousand ways, like a celestial steed soaring through the heavens, leaving no tracks behind. Sword techniques, saber arts, staffs, ge-blades—each linked together as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water.
Every move was a stroke of divine inspiration, as though it had been hammered and tempered countless times solely in preparation for this exchange.
"He has thoroughly understood—and mastered to death—the techniques of fist martial arts."
Dongfang Da Qian was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of variation, but with a Sacred Artifact in hand and the mysterious arts inherited from the Martial Saint, he had erased that gap.
Whoosh!
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