Facing that fierce sword strike, Lu Ye neither dodged nor evaded, instead bringing his blade down viciously on the youth!
A crimson glow flashed across the blade, making the long saber seem to burst into flames.
Caught off guard by Lu Ye's savagery, the youth was clearly startled. He hastily changed his move and raised his sword to block.
With a clang, the instant blade and sword collided, the long sword nearly flew from his hand, while the youth himself was driven back again and again by the force.
The shock in his eyes deepened, but before he could make another move, Lu Ye's saber had already come crashing down like a raging storm.
Ever since leaving Green Cloud Mountain, whenever circumstances allowed, Lu Ye had insisted on practicing with his saber for more than two hours every day. Such training might not have taught him any profoundly mysterious saber arts or techniques, but it had steadily solidified his foundations.
Coupled with the experience he had accumulated through battle after battle these past days, Lu Ye was no longer the greenhorn who had just left Green Cloud Mountain.
He had gradually formed his own style of combat: fierce and sharp. With the Defense Spirit Pattern to rely on, if the youth had not hastily switched moves to block that first slash, Lu Ye's blade would have split him in two.
The youth's caution had let him take a stroll before the gates of the underworld, but that was all...
Clang! Clang! Clang! The sounds rang out without end. With every slash, the youth was forced three steps back, and under those powerful impacts, even the web between his thumb and forefinger began to split.
He wailed inwardly. Where had this madman come from? His attacks were so overwhelmingly aggressive, and