On the Sword Dao finals arena, Xuan and Yu Ding stood facing each other.
Xuan's sword was narrow and long, its blade gleaming with frosty white light.
Yu Ding's sword was broad and heavy, dark blue-green in color, its surface covered in fine Cloud Patterns.
The referee raised the Command Flag and brought it down.
Xuan moved first. His sword tip dragged a white mark across the ground, and he moved so fast that only an afterimage remained.
Yu Ding held his sword horizontally before his chest and took the strike head-on.
The crash of metal exploded.
Yu Ding retreated half a step, his heel sinking into the stone slabs as fragments flew.
Using the force of the clash, Xuan sprang upward and chopped down with his sword tip.
Yu Ding raised his sword to block. The instant the two blades met, the stone slabs cracked outward from the pair in a spiderweb pattern.
The watching disciples held their breath.
"Martial brother Xuan's sword... is so fast."
"Martial brother Yu Ding's sword is heavier. Listen to the sound of every strike tearing through the air."
"Who will win?"
"I don't know."
Farm Teachings Internal Channel: "Martial brother Xuan's sword was too fast." "Martial brother Yu Ding caught it." "This isn't sword sparring. They're fighting for their lives."
On the field, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves.
The sounds of metal clashing erupted one after another across the arena, scattering sparks in every direction.
Xuan's sword thrust from every conceivable angle, yet Yu Ding's sword blocked each strike steadily.
Sword Light wove a net over the arena, layer upon layer of silver white sword shadows overlapping.
One thrust missed, and Xuan's sword tip stopped against Yu Ding's chest.
Yu Ding's sword lay across Xuan's neck.
The referee