Xi Heng stared wide-eyed, shock written all over his face.
How could Su Luoheng have one too?
But before he could think any further, Su Luoheng was already charging at him with both swords!
Xi Heng immediately gathered his Soul Power. His two earth-yellow Soul Rings lit up one after the other, and the Crimson Flame Sword in his hand suddenly blazed with dazzling red light!
He charged straight into the oncoming blade.
Under Su Luoheng's deliberate control, the two identical Crimson Flame Swords collided.
"Crack, crack—"
A string of sharp, violent cracks rang out from the blades.
Then the Crimson Flame Sword shattered bit by bit, turning into countless tiny shards of iron that flew in every direction.
Su Luoheng had anticipated this. He used his Soul Power to scatter the fragments and block Xi Heng's vision, while flipping backward to evade the other boy's sword.
"It broke?!"
Xi Heng stared at the broken sword in front of him, stunned.
By the time he came to his senses, Su Luoheng had bent his arm in a sweeping arc and swung his sword viciously toward Xi Heng's neck.
A chill ran down Xi Heng's neck. Fortunately, the white light of his Defensive Soul Tool appeared in time, blocking Su Luoheng's fatal strike. The activation of the Soul Tool also signaled the end of the match.
"I won."
Su Luoheng put away the Ice Cold Sword, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
Victory still belonged to him!
With a thud,
Xi Heng fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
Everything had happened in the blink of an eye. He had never felt so close to death.
"..."
The referee looked at the boy before him with admiration and announced loudly, "The winner of the second-year Soul Master competition