Some Silver Really Can't Be Saved
In the open space outside Courtyard A-99, Zheng Guan was sparring with someone.
Xu Qing's eyes lit up.
What a fine spear!
It was most likely a Treasure Artifact. The sight of it made him rather envious.
Zheng Guan was tall and powerfully built, and his opponent was also a burly man wielding a heavy-backed saber. That saber was no ordinary blade either, gleaming with Treasure Artifact light. His saber techniques were fierce and forceful, opening and closing with great sweeps.
Zheng Guan used the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Spear, a technique Xu Qing knew all too well.
The burly man used the Five Tigers Soul-Ending Saber. Like the spear and sword techniques, it came from the same source—all derived from the Five Elements Fist.
The five spear forms corresponded to five saber forms, and likewise to five sword forms.
Zheng Guan smashed his spear downward, the shaft howling through the air like an iron pillar toppling over.
The burly man raised his saber to block. With a clang, sparks flew everywhere. His wrist jerked, and the saber nearly flew from his hand.
Zheng Guan withdrew his spear and thrust again, the tip aimed straight at the burly man's chest, swift as lightning. The man twisted aside, and the spearhead grazed his lapel, tearing away a spray of cloth scraps.
Zheng Guan's spear form changed, sweeping sideways with tremendous force. The burly man had no time to dodge and could only block with his saber. Another clang rang out. He staggered back three steps, the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, blood streaming down the saber's hilt.
The burly man gritted his teeth and refused to retreat. His saber slashed upward from below, its light like a bolt of white silk, carrying an