Blades and swords clashed as two black-clad figures darted and shifted across the arena.
Sword Qi shot in every direction, while blade qi remained contained, not a single thread spilling free.
After several minutes of entanglement, Jiang Changkong's blade moved without a sound, leaving no trace in its wake.
The blade edge strangely slipped around the longsword and struck his wrist.
Clang
The longsword suddenly flew from his hand. The black-clad man felt pain in his wrist, yet there was no wound to be seen; his wrist simply went limp.
Jiang Changkong sped up, his blade pointing straight at the man's throat.
In his haste, the black-clad man could only gather Star Power to defend himself.
Buzz
The Star Power scattered instantly, split apart by a single slash. The blade stopped three inches from the black-clad man's throat. "You lost."
"Kill me, then." The black-clad man closed his eyes, his body trembling faintly.
Jiang Changkong shook his head slightly. "Get down. I won't kill you. If you treat your hand now, it can still be saved."
The black-clad man abruptly opened his eyes and stared at him in shock. "Y-you won't kill me?"
On a life-and-death arena, he was actually refusing to deliver the killing blow?
"Do you really want to die?" Jiang Changkong's gaze turned slightly cold.
"Thank you." The black-clad man did not dare say more. He turned and left, abandoning even his longsword.
Jiang Changkong collected the sword as his own trophy.
It could be sold for a few Star Stones.
"What the hell? He actually didn't kill him." The watching black-clad men complained in dissatisfaction.
Jiang Changkong ignored them. "Who's next?"
"I am."
Another black-clad man stepped onto the arena, also at the middle Star Sea Level.
This time, Jiang Changkong took more than ten minutes