By comparison, Zhao Heng's cultivation was slightly weaker, but he specialized in swift saber techniques and footwork.
Logically, the fight should not have ended so quickly.
Yet after losing the opening exchange, Zhang Heng could only raise his saber to block Zhao Er's attacks three times in succession, and each time he was driven back.
Zhao Er's three attacks were swift and vicious, each carrying astonishing force. Zhang Heng felt the jolting impact of those three blocks, while Zhao Er's attacks kept coming without pause.
"I..."
The instant his saber broke, Zhang Heng knew his defeat was sealed. As his feet pushed repeatedly against the ground, he opened his mouth to concede.
Whoosh!
But before Zhang Heng could finish speaking, another of Zhao Er's Heavy Halberd strikes had already come crashing down.
Zhao Er attacked with repeated, alternating chops from his left and right hands. Zhang Heng's speed and the saber in his hand had allowed him to block the first few blows.
Now that his saber was gone, Zhang Heng could only retreat and raise the broken blade again, trying to block Zhao Er's descending Heavy Halberd.
Thwack!!!
But how could Zhao Er's Heavy Halberd be so easily blocked? This time, the strike cleaved into Zhang Heng's chest, driving the remaining half of his saber in along with it.
As the weapons pierced his body, Zhang Heng's eyes bulged, and his mouth opened and closed slightly...
Slash!
Yet no sound came from Zhang Heng's mouth. Zhao Er's other short halberd fell again, its blade sweeping across his neck and sending a spray of blood high into the air before it splattered across the arena.
Clang!!!
"The winner! A-eleven, the Ning Family's guest retainer, Zhao Er!!!!"
It was as though the previous gong had barely finished ringing before the fight