Saber light flashed as Lu Ye brought his saber down again. Senior Brother Zhou raised his sword to block. Before this, he would have certainly stabbed at the hand holding the saber, confident that he could wound Lu Ye before that strike fell.
But now he did not dare, because he knew it would be useless. His opponent would not retreat in the slightest. Even if stabbed, that saber would still come down.
His longsword blocked the strike, but the tremendous force threw him off balance. Lu Ye immediately kicked out, striking Senior Brother Zhou squarely in his bloodied thigh.
That had been one of the first injuries Lu Ye had inflicted on him, and the wound ran deep.
Senior Brother Zhou cried out miserably. His body swayed, and the kick drove him to one knee, but he used the momentum to slash a long wound across Lu Ye's lower leg.
As if he felt no pain at all, Lu Ye charged in again. The saber in his hand whipped up a curtain of saber light and came crashing down over Senior Brother Zhou's head.
Clang, clang, clang...
The sounds of clashing weapons rang out. Senior Brother Zhou blocked Lu Ye's strikes one after another, until, at a certain moment, a crisp crack sounded. The longsword in Senior Brother Zhou's hand snapped, leaving less than half a foot of blade...
Longswords were never suited for chopping, which was why Lu Ye had switched to a saber. In such a direct exchange of blows, even though Senior Brother Zhou's sword was of better quality, it could not withstand the battering.
The destruction of his weapon was undoubtedly dreadful news for Senior Brother Zhou.
When he looked up and saw Lu Ye's saber descending, he no longer had the means to block