This saber technique was practically impossible to guard against. One careless slip, and one might die beneath its blade.
To Ye Xiwen, this was even harder to deal with than a straightforward, crushing style. No matter how fast a technique was, it still followed a fixed trajectory. As long as there was a trajectory, Ye Xiwen could defend against it no matter how fast it was. Yet faced with this elusive, unpredictable blade edge, even Ye Xiwen found himself somewhat at a loss.
They both practiced the saber Dao, yet theirs took entirely different forms.
The greatest difference was that, for Crocodile Shadow, the saber Dao was his Dao. For Ye Xiwen, however, his Dao was martial arts; he merely wielded the saber Dao through martial arts. They stood on two entirely different levels.
Though his saber Dao was elusive and unfathomable, it was even faster—like a shadow, it shot forth directly. In an instant, it had already slashed toward Ye Xiwen's face, only then revealing its wielder's form.
"Hmph!" Ye Xiwen snorted coldly. Flame Blade Qi instantly condensed in his hand and hacked downward fiercely. Crocodile Shadow was fast, but Ye Xiwen was faster—so fast that he had reached the extreme. Though he struck later, he arrived first.
In an instant, he blocked the blade slashing toward him.
Boom!
The two long sabers collided viciously in midair. A tremendous explosion rang out as two utterly different forces swept outward at once, transforming into terrifying shockwaves that spread ring after ring.
Once the battles had reached the top four, the several overlords had unprecedentedly joined forces to reinforce the arena. For previous battles, barriers of this level had been more than enough. But for the increasingly monstrous young generation of experts, they were beginning to seem insufficient.
Still, an arena