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The sword momentum shifted from a cleaving slash to entangling combat. Silver-white sword light slithered like a spirit serpent, gliding along the spear shaft before shooting upward at Xu Wuyi's right arm gripping the spear.

The change of move flowed like drifting clouds and running water, without the slightest hitch.

Xu Wuyi lowered the spear's butt, and the shaft spun with the motion.

The dark-gold spear shaft turned one hundred and eighty degrees like a wheel, its butt precisely tapping the sword's spine.

Clang!

The blade tilted, and the thrust was broken.

Zhou Chen used the force to leap backward, opening a distance of ten meters.

Their first exchange had lasted two moves.

Xu Wuyi had not retreated even half a step, his spear momentum composed.

When Zhou Chen landed, the wrist holding his sword went slightly numb.

He lowered his head and glanced at the Startled Swan sword.

It was intact.

Yet his heart had already sunk.

That tap of the spear butt against his blade had been controlled with extreme precision. It had broken his sword momentum without damaging the blade.

That was not control someone of equal strength could achieve.

This was... composure.

His opponent had not used his full strength at all.

Zhou Chen raised his head and looked at Xu Wuyi again.

There was no expression on the young man's face—neither pride nor contempt. He merely held his spear calmly, waiting for Zhou Chen's next attack.

Were the geniuses of the Star Origin Federation really this strong?

Zhou Chen drew a deep breath.

He no longer held anything back.

Blinding white light flared from the Startled Swan sword, and sword qi surged forth like a tide. His entire body became a streak of silver-white light as he charged straight at Xu Wuyi.

This sword strike