I'm here to gild my connections

The other side had a fourth-grade Saint who leaped out impatiently, a vicious smile on his face. Without saying a word, he arrived in front of Fang Che.

With a single sword stroke, he unleashed the momentum of wind and thunder! Fang Che casually swung his saber, without using any momentum.

Yet his saber entered through the center, avoiding the opponent's sword edge, and thrust straight toward his heart through a cunning gap.

"Not bad."

The fourth-grade Saint laughed loudly. With a shout, he held his sword horizontally, sealing off every path Fang Che could take and forcing him into a head-on clash.

Before that one exchange had even ended, the man had already judged that his opponent's moves were more ingenious than his own.

He immediately switched to a hard-clashing style.

Among all the opponents Fang Che had faced before, his judgment was second to none.

But how could Fang Che fear a head-on clash?

With a clang, saber and sword collided, sending sparks flying in all directions.

Everyone saw Fang Che stagger backward, but... the burst of blood that suddenly erupted in the arena left them all stunned.

The fourth-grade Saint stood where he was, but his shoulder no longer had a head attached to it. Where had his head gone?

His head was flying through the air.

Many people wore blank expressions. How had this man been killed? Only a few people, including Wind Saber, had seen that at the instant saber and sword clashed, Fang Che's saber, having neutralized the opponent's sword force, suddenly flew from his hand and rose five inches into the air.

At that moment, Fang Che's hand seized the hilt again.

His hand had originally been beneath the sword, but now it was above it. He grabbed the saber and swung, simultaneously