"What the hell is with that face full of Mosaic?"
Fang Xiao complained weakly. He had thought it would be the projection of some Taibai Sword Sect disciple, but instead it was some stitched-together monstrosity. He decided to call it Mosaic.
Just as he studied his opponent, that voice rang out from the void again.
"The assessment begins."
The instant the words fell, the longsword in Mosaic's hand turned directly into a streak of sword light and shot toward Fang Xiao. Judging by its spiritual power, it seemed to be the Taibai Sword Art. Fang Xiao reacted with equal speed, and the Great White Sword Pellet in his dantian likewise transformed into a streak of sword light and flew out.
Neither streak of sword light dodged. They collided in an instant. As expected, Mosaic's sword light shattered immediately, and its flying sword was destroyed outright. The Great White Sword Pellet did not pause in the slightest, continuing its attack toward the other side.
The assessment restrictions allowed only sword weapons linked to one's aura and one's own techniques. The same restrictions applied to the projection. Having lost its flying sword, Mosaic immediately retreated through the air, still condensing sword light from spiritual power to attack while gathering defensive techniques around itself. Yet it was all in vain. Even its flying sword had not survived a single exchange; the sword light and defensive techniques were even more like paper mache. The Great White Sword Pellet instantly smashed through every obstacle before piercing Mosaic's body.
Mosaic, lying on the ground, gradually began to fade, slowly vanishing from the arena.
Though the battle had been brief, Fang Xiao had still noticed something. Although he could not see the projected opponent's expression, he could sense that it possessed not a shred of emotion. Even