The match began.
Song Hao gripped his longsword, pointing it at Chen Mo's heart, killing intent showing in his eyes.
With a push of his feet, he shot toward Chen Mo like a cannonball, the tip of his sword aimed straight at Chen Mo's heart.
In an instant, Song Hao crossed five meters and was about to strike Chen Mo.
Chen Mo seemed frightened. He held the Wooden Saber without moving.
Seeing this, Song Hao was delighted. See? So this is all an Aperture Opener amounts to. I've already scared him stiff!
Even if Chen Mo dropped to his knees and begged for mercy now, Song Hao would not let him off easily!
With that thought, Song Hao suddenly accelerated, becoming even faster. Before Zhao Qiankun could call a halt, he wanted to stab Chen Mo with his sword.
In the blink of an eye, the two were three meters apart. Song Hao's sword tip needed only another meter to reach Chen Mo.
Song Hao had already imagined Chen Mo being stabbed by him. Yet the next second, when his sword tip was just over ten centimeters away from wounding Chen Mo, Chen Mo moved.
Chen Mo tilted his body to the right. At the same time, the Wooden Saber in his right hand chopped toward Song Hao's blade, and then he shifted farther right.
"I've been waiting for that move!"
Song Hao grinned. He had long been prepared. Having just lost one match, how could he possibly underestimate Chen Mo?
He immediately swung his sword to block the incoming Wooden Saber. Yet when the anticipated clash of saber and sword failed to come, his smile vanished.
"Oh no, I've been tricked!"
Carried by his momentum, Song Hao took two steps forward and passed Chen Mo. At that moment, Chen