When Ling Zhan's words, cold to the extreme, fell.
Tap!!
He gripped Zhan Kan, pushed off with the tip of his foot, and drifted lightly straight toward Yamashita Kazami!
"Hmph!! Such shameless boasting! You, a mere Jobless Freelancer, dare discuss the sword with me!?"
Seeing his opponent actually criticize his sword intent and boldly claim he would show him what true swordsmanship was, Yamashita Kazami—a fourth-turn Sword God—was so enraged that he laughed instead.
At the same time, his snow-white sword intent surged to its peak, and the frost blanketing heaven and earth became even more piercing to the bone!
"Damn! In terms of swordsmanship alone, Yamashita Kazami is no weaker than his master!"
That praise was no exaggeration!
Some people could even sense that as the snow-white sword intent swelled, the frost did not merely affect the temperature of the surroundings—it even affected the flow of time!
The effect was extremely faint, however, too subtle for most people to clearly perceive.
Yet that was precisely what proved Yamashita Kazami's sword intent had reached perfection!
In contrast, there was still not the slightest fluctuation of sword intent around Ling Zhan.
Like a moth flying into a flame, he charged straight at Yamashita Kazami, who stood at the terrifying pinnacle of his power!
"Look! They're about to collide!"
"Don't blink! The victor should be decided in this instant!"
A duel between swordsmanship and swordsmanship.
The outcome was always decided with extreme speed!
Countless spectators widened their eyes, locking them firmly onto the scene onstage!
The media personnel were even more prepared, taking out magic-tech cameras they had purchased at exorbitant prices, ready to capture this ultimate moment!
At that moment.
Clang!!
Facing the Jobless Freelancer who had already arrived before him, Yamashita Kazami finally pushed his blade from its sheath in