"I never expected you to be the one facing me in the final match. To be honest, I'm very surprised."
On the stage, Chi Xuan held his sword in his left hand and gripped its hilt with his right as he spoke.
Across from him, Lu Ming held his long saber horizontally before him, one hand on the hilt and the other on the scabbard, meeting his gaze.
"You'll be even more surprised next."
"Oh?"
"Then let's begin. We'll first compete in technique and see whether your saber is faster or my sword is faster."
With that, his sword left its sheath, and he vanished from where he stood.
"As you wish!"
Lu Ming's long saber also came out of its sheath as he charged forward.
Clang!
In an instant, saber and sword collided at the center of the arena with a crisp ring. Without a word, they exchanged a glance, passed each other again, then launched another assault.
The next moment, the entire arena was filled with flashing saber light and sword shadows, while streams of saber qi and Sword Qi shot out from time to time.
They were incomparably sharp.
Fortunately, the spectator stands were some distance from the arena. Otherwise, chaos would have broken out.
"This is even faster than Lu Ming and Zhu Ningyun's battle of technique!"
Staring at the flashing saber light and sword shadows below, the disciples could not make out anything at all, but that did not stop them from sensing the danger within.
If they went up there, they would likely be killed before they could withstand even one saber or sword strike.
"Based solely on the strength they've displayed so far, I'm already no match for them."
A core disciple sighed, then revealed a bitter expression. The feeling of being caught