Flashy but Useless
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
Inside the Heavenly Might Secret Realm, Ye Xingchen's weapon clashed madly with the samurai's blades, lightning and sparks flying all the way, so dazzling that Xiao Ziji could barely keep his eyes open.
This dual-blade man was not weak.
He could actually fight Junior Brother Ye to a standstill.
"Two-Sword Style, Rainfall!"
"Sweep Thousand Armies!"
"Two-Sword Style, Godslayer Slash!"
"Sweep Thousand Armies!"
"Two-Sword Style..."
"Sweep Thousand Armies!"
"Two-Sword Style, Sweep—"
Realizing he had nearly been led astray, the samurai hurriedly crossed his twin blades before himself and roared, "Do you know only one move?"
"Sweep Thousand Armies!"
"Whoosh!"
As always, Ye Xingchen leaped through the air and came crashing down. The halberd in his hands flashed with special-effect light, and the force pressing downward seemed capable of tearing apart the void.
"Ding!"
The samurai held his blades before him. Their bodies suffered the fierce impact, and he staggered backward over ten meters before steadying himself, both hands faintly numb from the shock.
Ye Xingchen rose from his half-crouched stance. His halberd remained shrouded in special effects, making his entire figure appear overwhelmingly imposing. "Flashy but useless."
Indeed.
No matter how dazzling a move was, if it could not inflict damage, it was nothing more than flower fists and embroidered legs.
Even casually poking forward with a finger—if one's strength reached its peak—would be enough to destroy heaven and earth.
Ye Xingchen was that kind of person.
If he could kill an opponent in one blow, he would certainly go straight for the throat.
Unlike Jun Changxiao, who shamelessly danced whenever he used some particular martial art.
Pah.
"Fine."
The samurai straightened up, his twin blade edges pressed against the ground. "You are not weak. I shall become serious now."
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In an instant, red