Jiang Chen initially held the upper hand thanks to the speed and ferocity of the Thunderclap Saber Technique, but the longer they fought, the more anxious he became. The graceful, nimble, densely woven movements of the Lone Star Sword Art happened to counter his saber's thunderous momentum perfectly. Mu Xingze deftly dissolved the force of every strike. Jiang Chen's arms gradually grew sore and swollen, his breathing became increasingly ragged, and his saber slowed, losing its initial sharpness.
Seeing this, Jiang Chen swept his opponent's sword aside with a slash and drew another treasured saber from his waist. This one was short, with a thin, curved blade whose edge gleamed with a cold, dark-gold light.
"Two sabers!" Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes and watched with complete concentration.
Jiang Chen sprang forward like a fierce tiger pouncing on prey, both sabers striking together! His left saber slashed across the waist and ribs while his right cleaved straight toward the face. Their howling wake swept loose stones off the ground. The blades alternated, saber light flying in all directions, sealing every avenue of retreat around Mu Xingze. Every stroke threatened his life, leaving him no room to breathe.
"Excellent!" The disciples of the Mad Blade Sect cheered.
Judging by the situation, Jiang Chen seemed to have gained the advantage and suppressed his opponent.
Yet the Astral Force elders watching nearby, along with Sect Master Shi Chengdong, wore grave expressions.
Jiang Chen wants to stake everything on a close-range flurry and take his opponent down. He doesn't have much true qi left, Zhao Feng thought.
Mu Xingze remained unhurried. Tapping the ground with his toes, he drifted three feet diagonally like willow fluff on the wind, narrowly avoiding the opening onslaught. The Falling Star Sword neither blocked nor parried; its tip merely flicked