"Lu Chuan, why aren't you so arrogant now?"
Tang Xingcheng stood with his saber in hand, its tip pointed at Lu Chuan, his face twisted with savage delight.
The sudden reversal had clearly stunned quite a few people present.
The round-faced young man was the first to react, his face full of excitement.
"Brother Tang, you're fucking amazing! Kill him! Let this mud-legged peasant learn the consequences of offending our Demon Suppression Division!"
Hearing this, the foul breath in Tang Xingcheng's chest finally eased somewhat.
He looked at Lu Chuan, waiting for fear to appear on that face.
Yet Lu Chuan showed no expression at all. He remained as calm as ever.
The fire in Tang Xingcheng's heart flared up again.
Still putting on an act at a time like this?
He stopped wasting words and swung his saber.
The blade tore through the air, heading straight for Lu Chuan's face.
Lu Chuan's heart tightened. How could he dare hold back with his footwork now?
He instantly pushed the Seven Star Steps to their limit. His body swayed, and he narrowly avoided the strike.
When Tang Xingcheng's slash missed, he immediately changed moves—sweeping horizontally, chopping diagonally, then thrusting straight ahead. Three consecutive strikes flashed like lightning.
Lu Chuan shifted his feet again and again, his figure elusive as he dodged every strike by the skin of his teeth.
Tang Xingcheng's face flushed red.
He truly had not expected that even without a saber, Lu Chuan could still hold his own against him!
He had not even encountered such footwork himself. What gave Lu Chuan the right to possess it!?
Growing more and more agitated, he made his saber attacks increasingly fierce, but his openings grew wider as well.
Seizing an opening, Lu Chuan kicked him in the lower abdomen.
Tang