The First Round Goes to Him

"Whoosh—!"

The howling gale swept up.

It was something that happened in an instant too fast for even consciousness to follow.

As though no further words were needed, the two figures simultaneously pushed their speed to its limit from a standstill in a fleeting instant, turning into speeding bullets as they shot toward each other.

"Ring..."

Pure white light flowed across the blade of the pure white light sword.

"Clack..."

An ancient, elegant sword seemed to appear out of thin air, falling into the palm of a petite hand.

Fang Li and Fan Xinglu tore through the air atop the mountain above the clouds.

One's Magic Eye flickered.

The other's face was filled with delight.

Then, attacks like auroras erupted from both of their hands at once.

"Whoosh—!"

Like bullets piercing through the air.

It was the sound raised as sword tip and sword tip flashed through space.

Whether it was the pure white light sword or the ancient, elegant sword, both became sword shadows in an instant, thrusting furiously toward each other at astonishing speed.

"Clang—!"

Amid a crisp clash, the two sword tips collided in an incredibly improbable fashion, sending brilliant sparks flying.

What kind of precision and tacit understanding did it take for such a thrust to occur?

Yet, for this master and disciple, it was not so unbelievable.

At least, compared to what happened next, this was merely a greeting.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"

As shrill sounds of tearing air rang out continuously, the two sides seemed to have reached a complete understanding, unleashing flashes of frenzied thrusts at speeds too fast for even afterimages to follow.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—!"

The crisp clashes rang out without pause, proving that sword tip after sword tip was colliding madly. Amid exploding sparks and vanishing afterimages,