A Back-to-the-River Strike

608 A Back-to-the-River Strike

Zhang Yanhua walked into the martial arena. His gaze swept across the field before finally settling on Long Yingting. Long Yingting held a longsword, its tip drooping slightly as he watched Zhang Yanhua provocatively.

"Come on. Let me see what you're capable of." The corners of Long Yingting's mouth curled into a smile, but his eyes were filled with battle intent.

Zhang Yanhua nodded and took a saber from among the weapons in his Storage Bag. After flourishing it a few times, he raised his hand as well, pointing the blade at Long Yingting. "Please instruct me."

The atmosphere between them instantly grew tense. The people around them retreated one after another, making room for the two fighters. Long Yingting's figure blurred, and his longsword shot forward with a ripping whistle, stabbing straight at Zhang Yanhua.

Long Yingting had already seen through the younger generation of the Zhang Household. There were barely any useful ones among them; most were trash.

This boy of thirteen or fourteen seemed to be a direct descendant of the Zhang Household. Perhaps he had a little more ability than the others. Still, that was no more than a tiny improvement after the Household had given him more resources.

He was completely unworthy of mention.

Zhang Yanhua's gaze sharpened. He swung his saber forward, lightly deflecting the longsword's attack.

A trace of surprise flashed through Long Yingting's eyes. He immediately spun, sweeping his longsword horizontally toward Zhang Yanhua's waist.

Zhang Yanhua turned sideways to evade it while bringing his blade down, aiming straight for Long Yingting's vital parts.

A sharp glint flashed in Long Yingting's eyes. He brought his longsword back to defend, and its tip collided with the saber's tip in midair, producing a crisp metallic ring.

"Not bad. This is