"Horse Skin Shroud!"
As Shen Mu closed in on Shen Hong, he raised his blade and struck with vicious force. A crescent afterimage trailed the slash as it swept straight toward Shen Hong's face.
"You've reached the entry level in the Army-Breaking Saber Technique?"
Shen Hong's expression shifted, a flash of disbelief in his eyes.
Because of his relationship with Deacon Qiu Mingyuan of the Firewood Gang, he knew a great deal about the Army-Breaking Saber Technique.
Once someone mastered the entry level, the saber's momentum became fierce and swift. The blade-light trailing each swing would form a crescent afterimage.
How long had the other man been with the Firewood Gang?
Not only had he successfully advanced to the third layer of Boiling Blood, he had even mastered the Army-Breaking Saber Technique's entry level?
Shen Hong's killing intent surged. He absolutely couldn't let Shen Mu leave alive tonight, or he would become a grave threat sooner or later!
Give this little bastard another two years, and he would definitely grow into a Grade-ranked martial artist!
"Too slow."
Just as Shen Mu's blade was about to land, Shen Hong revealed a mocking smile. He shifted lightly to the side and easily dodged the slash.
At the same time, taking advantage of Shen Mu's close approach, Shen Hong abruptly threw a punch straight at his face.
The punch was blindingly fast. He was clearly planning to end Shen Mu with that one blow.
"Blade Controlling Galloping Thunder!"
The long blade in Shen Mu's hand suddenly swept back to defend. He twisted and bent low, as if a crescent moon had risen to shield him.
If Shen Hong insisted on landing that punch and gravely injuring Shen Mu, his hand would be severed by Shen Mu's blade.
Shen Hong naturally wouldn't trade his