However, the Reincarnator was extremely shocked. After all, he had dared to step forward because he was confident. Setting everything else aside, he had never expected that he would be unable even to defeat Chang Biao.
Chang Biao was secretly astonished. They had exchanged only a dozen or so moves, yet he found that he could not gain the upper hand.
His heart tightened, and he immediately changed tactics, going all out with his ultimate technique.
With a sweep of his Great Halberd, a violent gale suddenly rose and swept toward the Reincarnator.
Seeing this, the Reincarnator swung his great saber. The sound of it tearing through the wind echoed throughout the tent as he actually blocked Chang Biao's attack.
Chang Biao was even more astonished. He had never imagined that this Reincarnator's martial skills would be so formidable.
Yet he did not give up. Instead, he fought with increasing vigor, his Great Halberd dancing like dragons and serpents—at times violent as thunder, at others gentle as water—making him impossible to guard against.
Though the Reincarnator was highly skilled, Chang Biao's fierce assault forced him to go all out as well.
Their figures crossed rapidly, flashes of blades and weapons dazzling the eye.
Amid this intense battle, the atmosphere inside the tent instantly turned grim and murderous.
Chang Biao and the Reincarnator seemed like two bolts of lightning crisscrossing in the darkness, too fast for the eye to follow.
Every clash between them was like massive boulders colliding, the thunderous booms deafening.
Chang Biao moved like a leopard, incredibly fast, every attack carrying the force of thunder.
The two flew about the tent, trading blows, and the collision of strength and speed stirred gust after gust of wind within it.
The tent flaps snapped loudly in the wind, as though