Ji Juechen stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao, fury flashing in his eyes.
"Huo Yuhao!"
"What do you mean by this?"
Huo Yuhao raised the nail clipper in his hand, his expression utterly disdainful as he said flatly:
"To beat you, a nail clipper is enough!"
Hearing those piercing words, Ji Juechen could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.
"Take this, Huo Yuhao!"
He turned into an afterimage and, in an instant, charged to Huo Yuhao's side with a sharp gust of wind.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ji Juechen continuously swung the black longsword in his hand. Sword shadows crisscrossed, every strike aimed straight at a vital point.
Yet Huo Yuhao remained as calm as ever.
He casually waved the tiny nail clipper in his hand, as if taking a leisurely stroll, and blocked every bit of Ji Juechen's torrential assault.
Boom!
Seizing an opening, Huo Yuhao exerted a little force and flicked his wrist upward.
Accompanied by a crisp clang of metal, the longsword in Ji Juechen's hand was knocked high into the air, nearly flying from his grasp.
"What tremendous strength!"
Ji Juechen retreated half a step and gripped his longsword again, his eyes filled with gravity.
The person before him was merely pinching a tiny nail clipper between two fingers...
Yet both his speed and strength were levels Ji Juechen could not currently hope to reach!
Moreover, Ji Juechen could faintly sense an overbearing will from Huo Yuhao's nail clipper.
It was as if this inconspicuous nail clipper possessed a soul of its own!
Could this be his Sword Intent?
At that moment, an unbelievable thought suddenly arose in his heart.
Perhaps Huo Yuhao had not been boasting after all!
With nothing but this nail clipper in hand, he could defeat me without any suspense!
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