The two stood facing each other. Nangong Yan gripped two famed swords in both hands, his sharp, domineering sword intent likewise locking onto Shiryu of the Rain.
Before they even clashed, their invisible sword intents had already collided. Invisible sword qi filled the space between them. Sword marks appeared across the hard reef as though it had been slashed by steel blades, while countless ripples spread over the sea.
Suddenly, a sea breeze swept in. The two moved almost at the same time, their swords crashing fiercely together. A crisp metallic clang rang out for miles around, followed by a powerful gust that sent waves surging.
Shiryu's eyes were bloodshot, and a dense bloody aura radiated from him. In his hands, Murasame Maru became like a bloodthirsty vicious wolf. Its sword light formed a curtain, every strike fatal and filled with merciless killing intent.
An endless series of metallic clashes rang out as their figures intertwined across the reef. The three famed blades shone with their own brilliance, their violent collisions shaking the air and sending rings of shockwaves rolling outward.
Shiryu's swordsmanship pursued the ultimate path of slaughter. It was not complex, yet it fully embodied three words: fast, accurate, and ruthless. His sword was incredibly swift, his attacks precise and vicious, each move aimed at Nangong Yan's vital points—even if it meant mutual destruction.
Nangong Yan was confident that, in terms of overall strength, Shiryu was certainly no match for him. But if he wanted this crewman's wholehearted loyalty, he had to prove that he was worthy of a Supreme Grade Blade.
Nangong Yan had only recently entered the realm of Great Swordsmen. Compared to Shiryu, who had entered that realm nearly three years earlier, his swordsmanship realm was indeed somewhat inferior.
Thus, when faced with Shiryu's all-out