Zhang Wu, with his Spirit Stream Tier Four cultivation and far richer combat experience than Lu Ye's, wielded twin blades that danced so dazzlingly they blurred the eye. Lu Ye had only just raised his long saber to block one attack when the curved blade in Zhang Wu's other hand came stabbing in at an angle, swift as lightning.
It was clearly too late to draw his saber back for another block. Just as Zhang Wu thought he was about to succeed, a triangular object resembling a shrunken shield suddenly appeared over Lu Ye's body.
With a clang, the curved blade struck the Defense Spirit Pattern, blocking that savage blow.
Lu Ye shifted his center of gravity with the momentum, slid sideways, and slashed diagonally with his long saber!
The sharp blade tore a long gash across Zhang Wu's arm, flesh and blood curling outward.
Big Tiger seized the chance to pounce as well, its tiger roar shaking the heavens. Yiyi's figure drifted erratically at the side like a ghost, constantly dividing Zhang Wu's attention.
Three against one!
A moment later, Lu Ye panted heavily as the long saber in his hand pierced through Zhang Wu's chest once more. This time, however, it struck his heart. Zhang Wu's head drooped, his life gone. His hands fell limp at his sides, and the weapons in them clattered to the ground.
This grueling battle ultimately ended in Lu Ye's victory.
Yet he had paid no small price. More than half his Spiritual Power had been depleted, and four wounds deep enough to expose bone now marked his body. Blood had nearly dyed his clothes entirely red, while a thick stench of blood permeated the surroundings.
The Defense Spirit Pattern could indeed block the enemy's attacks, but several times Lu Ye had not