In the rain, the three stood in a line.
Tang Yi was the first to draw the long sword from his back. Raindrops struck the blade, pattering against it...
His figure flashed as he lunged at Chen Mo's chest, sword in hand. He changed his posture several times mid-attack, his movements graceful and fluid.
On the other side, Zhou Yue stamped hard on the slippery ground and shot forward.
The two attacked from front and back, their assault fierce and imposing.
Chen Mo turned slightly toward Zhou Yue, then planted his foot and vaulted over Zhou Yue's head with a twisting flip. His right fist whipped around behind him, and the Swallow Return Strike landed squarely on Zhou Yue's back.
Zhou Yue was no pushover. He immediately raised an elbow to block behind his side.
Elbow met palm with a heavy, muffled thud that carried through the roar of the rain to Wu Zhiai, hidden in the bushes. Her heart skipped a beat.
The enormous force packed into the Swallow Return Strike sent Zhou Yue stumbling backward, his eyes wide with shock. He suddenly tensed his whole body and drove his legs into the wet earth like wooden stakes, finally managing to halt himself.
At that moment, Tang Yi thrust his sword from five feet away, its point aimed straight at Chen Mo's throat.
Seeing the flash of the blade sweep toward him, Chen Mo arched backward at once. The edge skimmed past his face, slicing several raindrops apart in midair and scattering them into a fine spray.
His back bent like a full moon. He lightly touched the ground with one finger, used the momentum to spin several times, and gathered the force for the Stone-Crushing Strike while still in midair.
The moment he landed, he struck with a