Red-Hair then fixed his blazing, flame-like gaze firmly on the three incomparably sharp longswords hanging at Moke's waist and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out—"Swish..."
Red-Hair swiftly drew the sharp blade called Gryphon from his waist, pointed its tip straight at Moke, and said, "Looking at you, you must be a powerful Great Swordsman as well!
"In that case, come and trade a few moves with me. Let me see what you're really capable of!"
Hearing Red-Hair's words, Moke raised one eyebrow, while an uncontrollable thrill welled up within him.
After all, for any swordsman, crossing blades with such a formidable opponent was undoubtedly something that set the blood racing!
Moke's lips curled upward as his right hand slowly reached for his waist and gripped the hilt of one of his swords.
Then he roared, "Just what I wanted!"
Before his words had even faded, he had drawn all three gleaming blades and swiftly assumed a fighting stance.
Red-Hair's gaze was sharp as a hawk's, and an invisible pressure radiated from his body. Without hesitation, he launched the first attack.
His figure flashed like a ghost as he rushed at Moke, Gryphon in his hand carrying a piercing howl as it stabbed viciously toward Moke's heart.
Yet in the face of this sudden and ferocious strike, Moke showed no sign of panic and remained perfectly composed.
The three longswords in his hands crossed at an unfathomable angle, steadily blocking the opponent's heavy blow. With a crisp, ringing clang, countless dazzling sparks scattered in every direction... In that lightning-fast instant, the two had already begun a breathtaking battle to the death!
Blade light flickered and sword radiance flashed. Neither gave an inch, and several exchanges passed in the blink of an eye.
Red-Hair's attacks were incomparably fierce,