Clearly, these Yang Spirit True Persons could all see Tang Changsheng's movements!
Tan Zhen froze for a moment, then realized he could not let Tang Changsheng make the first move. His enemy was hidden while he stood exposed; if Tang Changsheng attacked, defeat would likely be his only fate.
He did not dare stand there dazed any longer. Gritting his teeth, he thought, The arena's only so big. Dodge all you like, Tang Changsheng. Let's see where you can hide!
His short sword flew out again, circling above and below him for protection, while his long sword darted and stabbed wildly across the arena, trying to force Tang Changsheng out.
In an instant, the full depth of Tan Zhen's swordsmanship was laid bare. Sword Qi streaked through the air, and a thousandfold surge of sword shadows rose like snowy waves, piling up layer upon layer like mountains.
The sight left everyone in awe. His swordsmanship had reached an inconceivable level; anyone who stepped into the arena against him would have almost no chance of winning.
But however dazzling or formidable Tan Zhen's swordsmanship was, what use was it if he could not hit his opponent?
The watching disciples wore strange expressions. Many shared the same thought: once Tan Zhen exhausted his Dharma Power and could no longer sustain his swordplay, he would lose!
Yet, to everyone's surprise, Tang Changsheng did not wait that long to strike!
Tang Changsheng wanted to defeat the Whitehead Island fellow fair and square, leaving him no excuse. Why would he wait until Tan Zhen had exhausted his Dharma Power?
Holding the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp aloft, Tang Changsheng let its Wishfire glow envelop him, concealing every trace of his Qi Mechanism, Divine Light, and even his figure. He strolled at ease beneath the sword shadows