Contract Failure!

"Good! You're worthy of making me take this seri—"

The fist stopped before him. The force of the punch blew several strands of the Hero's hair off his forehead and completely scattered the thick clouds around them.

Leaving behind a clear sky stretching for thousands of miles.

Tang Luo looked at the Hero and slowly withdrew his fist, signaling, "Get serious, or this won't be any fun."

"Fine." The Hero snorted. His half-ruined body rapidly recovered. Not only that, a suit of armor appeared on him, the Hero's Sword in his hand became ancient and simple, and a long halberd appeared on his back.

Interestingly, the expression on the Hero's face changed, becoming wooden.

It was entirely different from his previous demeanor. Beneath that blank face lurked a chilling aura, and in an instant, he became a battle-hardened veteran who had crawled out from heaps of corpses.

Without a word, the Hero raised his hand and thrust his sword at Tang Luo's head.

The movement was clean and decisive, without a shred of excess.

There was only power and speed—the true "swordsmanship" honed through battlefield slaughter.

Tang Luo tilted his head, allowing the blade to graze past his cheek.

The instant the thrust missed, the Hero's motion paused, and in a flash, he changed the thrust into a slash.

Tang Luo extended a finger and lightly flicked the blade.

The Hero's Sword rang out sharply and began to tremble violently. The Hero immediately gripped it with both hands and pulled it back, steadying it.

Visible cracks had already appeared across the blade, spreading like a spiderweb.

The Hero immediately sheathed his sword and took the long halberd from his back.

The halberd swept across, transforming into a streak of Black Light as it whistled toward Tang Luo, its sharp blade