Though Chang Wen's voice was not loud, everyone present heard it clearly.
Although they had received some news beforehand, they had not expected the hatred between the two sides to run so deep.
Upon hearing this, a trace of killing intent flashed through Bai Ze's eyes. He said calmly, "Just you? Ask yourself whether you're worthy."
"If that's the case, then let's settle old and new grudges together."
Whoosh!
As he spoke, Bai Ze struck first. He drew the longsword in his hand and sprang forward.
His swordsmanship was swift as lightning, several degrees faster than what he had displayed before.
Seeing this, a cruel smile appeared on Chang Wen's face as he dragged his saber forward to meet him.
Unlike Bai Ze's unorthodox swordplay, Chang Wen fought with broad, sweeping movements, using sheer force to crush his opponent.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Amid a flurry of blade light and sword shadow, the thunderous crashes were deafening.
Bai Ze's footwork was elusive and unpredictable, while the longsword in his hand moved like a dragon and serpent, every strike thrusting toward Chang Wen's vital points.
At that moment, Chang Wen tightened his grip on his saber and swept it across like an army being swept aside, intending to cut Bai Ze in two at the waist.
Facing such a violent attack, in that split second between lightning and flint—
Bai Ze suddenly pushed off hard with both feet and used the Thunder Leg Technique to leap into the air, leaving faint cracks in the ground.
At the same time, the longsword in his hand shot forth like a dragon emerging from the sea, stabbing straight at Chang Wen's throat.
Bang!
But at the critical moment, Chang Wen swiftly withdrew his saber and held it across his body, blocking Bai Ze's attack.
His