Pan Yunzhou's saber had already been swept aside. Facing Ding Songyan's sword as he borrowed that force to surge back toward his chest, he was in mortal peril.
In a flash of lightning, he turned halfway sideways and leaned back. Driving through his waist and hips, he tensed his entire left leg and snapped it upward like a whip.
His foot struck Ding Songyan's sword, kicking it off course.
"Flying Star Charges the Moon!"
Besides saber techniques and footwork, the Sun-Moon Divine Saber included movement techniques, kicks, palm strikes, and punches, all serving to support its saber techniques.
Swish, swish, swish! Before Pan Yunzhou could regain his footing, Ding Songyan thrust several more times.
His attacks flowed without end, forcing Pan Yunzhou to fend this way and that. Only by exhausting every trick at his disposal did he avoid defeat.
Cold sweat drenched Pan Yunzhou, soaking the back of his clothes. Apart from not raising his strength to the Dayan Realm, he had long since abandoned any thought of underestimating his opponent.
Now he only regretted having been too confident at the start. Intent on demonstrating his moves and displaying the intricacies of the Sun-Moon Divine Saber, he had failed to seize the initiative and fallen onto the defensive.
The two moved constantly across the Martial Training Ground, their blades occasionally meeting with clear, ringing clashes. At a disadvantage, Pan Yunzhou repeatedly tried to turn the tide, but Ding Songyan's seemingly ordinary chains of sword moves kept him reacting, leaving him no opening to counterattack.
One wrong step led to another.
Amid their fierce exchange, Pan Yunzhou was about to step to his own right, toward his opponent's left, when he saw Ding Songyan thrust at him with a slight tremor of his sword tip. He hastily bent at the