At the center of the arena, Salvatore Doni looked at Chen Fan with a smile. "I've sparred with many Kings. Fighting is what I love most. I heard you defeated the God of War Velesstra and Melqart. I really wonder what kind of fighting style you'll use. I can't wait." As he spoke, he opened the black case on his back and took out a two-handed sword.
"So you use a sword? Then I'll use one too. Erica, lend me your Reinhardt," Chen Fan called.
Erica froze, and the others were equally puzzled. Still, she quickly threw her sword to Chen Fan, who caught it with one hand.
"Miss Erica, does Lord Chen Fan use a sword?"
"No, I... uh... it seems he does." Erica had originally wanted to say she did not know, but she suddenly remembered Chen Fan using the wing in his hand as a sword when he killed Melqart. Could Chen Fan also be a master swordsman?
"You use a sword too? That's wonderful. When it comes to swordsmanship, I once fought Luo Hao, China's God Slayer. That woman was too formidable—I was no match for her. I wonder what your swordsmanship is like. I'm looking forward to this more and more." Excitement gleamed in Salvatore Doni's eyes. He really was a man who only loved battle.
Swish, swish...! Chen Fan flicked Erica's sword a few times. He was not used to using this sword, but at Chen Fan's level, any sword was more or less usable once it was in his hand.
"Then let's begin. I'm also curious about how strong the other God Slayers are."
"Good! Then here I come!" Salvatore Doni charged at Chen Fan at high speed.
Chen Fan stomped his foot and met him head-on. The two swords collided. Boom! The