Atop Moonwatch Mountain, on the Bluestone Arena, the battle had already reached a white-hot pitch.
Their exchanges had become impossibly dense, the shifts between attack and defense too fast for the naked eye to follow. There were no wasted gaps; every instant brought exploding sword qi, thundering fist force, and colliding energies.
With a sword in each hand, Lü Chongrui cast aside every restraint, fully integrating his two greatest Sword Path trump cards and unleashing them in turn.
Reincarnation Sword Force cycled without end, borrowing strength layer upon layer and entwining without cease, while the Life-and-Death Sword Technique struck with lethal ferocity, charging straight ahead, every move claiming a life.
One yielding, one unyielding; one defensive, one lethal. The two supreme techniques erupted in alternation, merging into an unparalleled sword sequence of inescapable combinations.
He kept pressing forward steadily, advancing step by step. His white-clad figure chased the wind and lightning, his twin swords dancing as silver radiance showered the arena. Condensed, bone-chilling sword light crisscrossed in every direction, covering all sides without a moment's pause, maintaining the fiercest, swiftest offensive from beginning to end.
Li Tai, facing him, answered throughout with powerful fist and palm techniques.
The muscles and tendons in his arms swelled, his flesh drew taut, and layers of condensed black true qi enveloped his body and coiled around his fists and palms. That dark energy was deep and heavy, concentrated without dispersing.
Every raised-arm block, sweeping punch, and gust of palm force carried terrifying strength drawn from the very source of his body, heavy and domineering, steady as bedrock.
A clear pattern emerged throughout the battle: Lü Chongrui advanced relentlessly, crushing down with sword force, while Li Tai retreated step by step, holding his defenses with fist force.
The more than one hundred thousand spectators had