As the battle continued, Huo Hai gradually grew bored. I wanted to see what powerful tricks this fellow had up his sleeve, but this is all he can do, he thought.
Sunset Swordsmanship was extremely difficult to cultivate. Even after being simplified and modified, it was only somewhat easier, not truly easy. For Hao Lan to have reached this cultivation level at such a young age, while also mastering a Battle Spirit Art to this extent, was already impressive. Cultivating even one Battle Spirit Art well was enough. Not everyone possessed Huo Hai's extraordinary comprehension, born of two souls merging into one.
Since Hao Lan had no special tricks left, Huo Hai no longer held back. "Looks like the first match is about to end. Thank you for playing with me for so long," Huo Hai said coldly. Hao Lan immediately felt a sense of impending danger.
At that moment, Huo Hai suddenly sped up considerably. The sword in his hand trembled lightly, and he thrust, sending two brilliant streaks of sword light along with it. These two streams of Sword Qi were nothing like the weak ones he had used before.
Shocked, Hao Lan swiftly swept his folding fan, then folded it again, releasing two arcs of Sword Qi. Before, their Sword Qi had canceled each other out. This time, however, he could only watch helplessly as his own was scattered. The two streams flashed past, one slamming heavily into Hao Lan's fan and knocking it straight out of his hand.
The folding fan had actually survived the Sunset Sword Qi. It clearly was no ordinary fan. The other stream brushed past Hao Lan's neck, leaving a shallow bloody mark.
Had it cut even a little deeper, Hao Lan would certainly have died. After that single exchange, he stood