Unlike the uneasy spectators, Spiritual Eye was brimming with confidence at this moment.
After this exchange, he had thoroughly probed his opponent's depth. It was indeed abnormal for a Fusion Dao cultivator to be this strong, but no matter how strong he was, he would never be his match.
The one to win this battle in the end would only be himself.
The only thing that puzzled him was that this Nameless Guest seemed to have something wrong with his head. His attacks were exceedingly simple and direct, without the slightest variation or technique, and such attacks were the easiest to block.
A brute! This was a complete brute! After raising his sword to block Lu Ye's heavy saber strike, Nameless Guest had already reached his conclusion.
And when dealing with such an enemy, all he needed to do was strike after the enemy had moved.
The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, like a nimble serpent. It slid along the back of the Crag Mountain Saber and darted forward, like a snake's tongue flicking out.
When he withdrew his sword again, it was already stained with blood.
Most of Lu Ye's injuries had been inflicted this way. His ferocious offensive was repeatedly blocked, and Spiritual Eye took the opportunity to counterattack. With his strength suppressed, Lu Ye had no way to ensure his own safety either.
But as long as his vital points were not struck, a few flesh wounds were no great matter.
Yet as his injuries accumulated, his aura clearly began to weaken, and his movements were no longer as free and effortless as before. As a result, he was wounded more and more frequently.
But he seemed utterly unaware of it, maintaining the same wild and brutal combat style as before.
Another heavy saber strike swept