On the Training Ground.
Zhang Ming steadied his mind.
The moment his figure moved, he was like a wisp of blue smoke pressing in toward Jiang Ning.
In the span of a breath, he had arrived within ten feet of Jiang Ning.
Clang!
He chopped out with his saber, and sparks splashed up.
Zhang Ming's body abruptly shook, and in an instant he fell out of that perfectly free and effortless state.
At that moment, as he looked at Jiang Ning, his expression could not help changing slightly.
With just one slash, he had felt how powerful Jiang Ning's strength was.
"What a monster!!" The thought flashed through his mind, and his heart had already returned to calm.
Clang!
He chopped out with another slash. The two blades collided, touching and parting in the same instant.
After that came slash after slash, his Blade Intent linking on without end.
Every head-on collision was a mere touch before he withdrew.
The Blade Intent kept stacking, and the long saber in Zhang Ming's hand swung faster and faster, until the shadows of the blade joined into one continuous sheet.
At this moment, Jiang Ning stood where he was without moving, the long saber in his hand swinging out again and again.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow; sometimes unhurried, sometimes urgent.
Each slash looked utterly ordinary, yet every single one intercepted the saber-light Zhang Ming chopped at him with perfect precision.
"Patrol Envoy Jiang truly deserves to be fourth on the Heaven Rankings. His strength is indeed above mine!" Wang Jiadi stared fixedly at the scene in the center of the Training Ground, sighing with emotion.
"Benefactor Jiang was able to rise to fame in such a short time; how could he be an easy opponent!" Mingxin said.
On the other side.
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