"But that's far too dangerous. Zhou Ming always gives it his all when he strikes. Very few people have ever survived his attacks."
"Then it'll be even more interesting." The Lord of the White Foxes smiled.
The battle had yet to begin. Zhou Ming and I stood on the arena, staring at each other. Neither of us made the first move.
At our level of swordsmanship, we understood better than anyone that victory or defeat could be decided in an instant.
Whoever struck first would often be at a disadvantage.
Therefore, neither of us moved.
A terrifying aura confronted itself between us. I looked at him, the corners of my mouth curling into a cold smile.
The Peerless Sword flashed with light. At that moment, I had already struck.
Even though I knew that I would inevitably be at a disadvantage the moment I attacked, my confidence in my strength still drove me to make the first move.
My sword swept forth, as if flattening the Nine Netherworlds and shattering heaven and earth.
The might of this sword was even more astonishing. With a single stroke, terrifying power erupted, its earth-shaking force compressed entirely into the blade.
As a cold edge flashed and vanished, the icy sword radiance tore toward Zhou Ming's body.
But at that moment, he smiled and raised his sword as well. His strike came later but arrived first, faster than anything before it.
My sword was clearly about to cleave his body in two, yet in that instant, his sword had already reached my neck.
Retreating was already useless. At that moment, a stormy sea of aura erupted from my entire body. I unleashed Six Annihilations, No Self. Around my body, gray space directly devoured everything nearby.
Time and space solidified. Everything before me was rendered