Ding Xiu charged first. His figure streaked through the night like a bolt of white lightning, tracing a deadly arc.
The first Court Swordsman to meet him clearly had great confidence in his swordsmanship. Seeing Ding Xiu charge straight at him, he advanced rather than retreating, thrusting his Power Sword at Ding Xiu's throat with speed and ferocity.
Clang!
The instant sword and longsword collided, a sharp, piercing ring of metal rang out. Sparks burst through the darkness, briefly illuminating their faces.
The Court Swordsman felt the web of his hand jolt as tremendous force surged through his blade, leaving his arm slightly numb.
Alarm shot through him as he realized that this White Scars warrior in shattered armor was no ordinary swordsman.
Ding Xiu gave him no chance to catch his breath.
He adjusted his tactics in an instant. Since his opponent was weaker than him, he would crush him with brute force.
His Power Longsword whipped through the air, its blade howling with every swing.
Blow after blow descended like a raging storm, each carrying crushing force as it slammed into the Court Swordsman's blade.
Clang, clang, clang!
The Court Swordsman was driven back step after step, his Power Sword trembling under the relentless blows.
He frantically raised his sword to block, unable to strike back at all.
Bam!
Another heavy blow landed.
This time, the Court Swordsman's Power Sword finally buckled. With a mournful whine, its blade snapped.
The broken half spun through the air several times before clattering to the ground.
The Court Swordsman stared at the broken hilt in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief. His mouth opened as though he wanted to say something—
But Ding Xiu gave him no chance to speak.
The blade fell.
Slash!
A dull sound of cleaving flesh