When it came to battle, Jiang Wang never hesitated.
Almost the instant Zhang Yong took a step, he had already closed in with his sword.
Longing flashed with a streak of cold light, drawing a straight line across Zhang Yong's path.
The Disillusioned Scholar remained every bit as graceful.
Ten years adrift, one stroke to settle the score!
This was the Sword of the Destitute Scholar, its edge honed even further after Jiang Wang fused it with Chao Yu's Ten-Year Hidden Blade Strike.
As the sword rose, its cold light still gleamed. By the time Jiang Wang closed in, it had vanished.
And that straight line... had already fallen before Zhang Yong.
One line would decide life or death.
But at that moment, Zhang Yong's eyes suddenly flew wide open!
They were as dark as the dead of night.
He looked at that line with eyes that concealed every trace of emotion.
The night in his eyes swiftly ebbed away.
And as it ebbed, the line Jiang Wang had cut through the air vanished as well.
As though it had... melted into the night!
Jiang Wang's sword had been no ordinary strike!
Even if it fell short of Chao Yu's Ten-Year Hidden Blade Strike at his peak, its killing power had surged, far surpassing Jiang Wang's earlier sword.
If that strike had been aimed at Lei Zhangan, he would have needed the Thunder Seal to withstand it—and even then, it would not have been easy.
Jiang Wang had held his sword at the ready for a long time. Facing Zhang Yong, whom he had not seen in a while and whose strength he could not gauge, he had gone straight for the sword he had only just mastered. He could not claim the outcome was certain, but he had been