Jiang Chuan swept Zhou Chen's fist aside with his sword. Then, holding the weapon in one hand, he sent its coldly gleaming tip straight at Zhou Chen's throat!
It was Ten Thousand Changes of the Gale, a move from the Jiang Household's Wild Cloud Sword!
The sword flashed like a ribbon of silk, carrying a keen killing intent!
Jiang Chuan truly lived up to his standing as a second-rank Martial Warrior at major accomplishment. Driven by his immense blood vitality, his blade seemed to slice a fine line even through the air.
Zhou Chen's pupils contracted slightly. He did not meet the strike head-on.
His feet shifted, and he slipped sideways like the wind, appearing behind Jiang Chuan. His arms spread and closed like an enraged bear's crushing embrace, both palms clapping viciously toward Jiang Chuan's head.
If the blow landed, it would smash Jiang Chuan's head into pulp.
Jiang Chuan had already suspected something, but seeing Zhou Chen move so quickly still made him cry out in horror, "Leg technique at major accomplishment! Fuck!!!"
Despite his loud outburst, Jiang Chuan reacted with extraordinary speed. A bronze hue suddenly spread across his muscles, the telltale sign that he had tempered them to copper sinew-flesh.
With that reinforcement, he forcibly changed the way his muscles exerted force. At the last possible instant, he pitched forward and rolled along the ground, narrowly escaping the strike.
Bang!
Zhou Chen's palms slammed together, compressing the air into an explosive crack. A ring of invisible force burst from between them.
On the ground, Jiang Chuan planted his sword tip against the paving and used the momentum to flip back onto his feet. He stood there panting, staring at Zhou Chen with disbelief and lingering fear, cold sweat covering his forehead.
Never in his wildest dreams