Boom!
A fist suddenly slammed into the blade, the tremendous force knocking the longsword aside.
Ding Bing seized the chance to catch her breath, tapping her toes against the ground and retreating several steps. She panted heavily, a light sheen of sweat already beading her forehead.
Standing before her was none other than Zhao Tianhong.
Zhao Tianhong looked at Liu Ao nearby and said coldly, "Since Miss Ding has already lost, why keep pressing her?"
Liu Ao narrowed his eyes. "Lost? She never conceded. This is a duel between the two of us. Who the hell are you? What do you think you're doing, barging in?"
He flicked the longsword in his hand, pointing its tip straight at Zhao Tianhong's nose, and said coldly, "Fine. Since you're asking to die, I'll grant your wish today."
"Brother Zhao, be careful. His sword technique is astonishing," Ding Bing warned from the side, clutching her chest in a sorry state.
"Thank you, Miss Ding. I know." Zhao Tianhong turned to face Liu Ao, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.
He had not chosen to intervene merely to play the hero rescuing a beauty.
More importantly, Ding Bing's battle with Liu Ao had already drained most of Liu Ao's strength. Rather than wait for Liu Ao to recover and challenge him another day, he might as well press the advantage now!
If he could defeat Liu Ao, he would not disgrace Master Zheng. More importantly, challenging Liu Ao now was better than facing Ba Yong.
The thought of Yang De's head earlier sent a chill through his heart. The Wild Bull Fist he primarily practiced was absolutely no match for someone with Ba Yong's Horizontal Body Training Physique. He might as well pick Liu Ao first.
Seeing Zhao Tianhong step onto the