"Since that's the case, I'll kill you first!"
Seeing Feng Zhen attack again without holding back, Nie Yun knew that if he did not deal with him quickly, it would be nearly impossible to learn the secret of the passage and that voice. Without further hesitation, he flicked his spear and met the attack.
He had just expended countless painstaking efforts to turn around and unleash several moves in succession. He had long known that this man's swordsmanship was exquisitely refined, no weaker than his own and perhaps even stronger. Nie Yun did not dare let down his guard in the slightest, pouring two hundred percent of his focus and strength into the fight.
With the Martial Dao Master Talent, whether spear or sword, he could wield either with effortless mastery, as naturally as moving an arm. In an instant, sword light and spear light flashed through the passage like shuttles. The two exchanged dozens of moves in succession without a victor emerging. Feng Zhen could not injure Nie Yun, nor could Nie Yun defeat him.
The owner of that voice—who knows what level of strength he possesses? If I waste too much power here and encounter another expert, I won't even have a chance to escape... Nie Yun's thoughts whirled as he weighed the pros and cons. I must kill this puppet as quickly as possible and find out what the other party wants!
Both men's understanding of combat had reached an astonishing level. Any change in moves would be seized upon by the other, who would accurately find the proper countermeasure. If they kept fighting like this, it would come down only to whose willpower was stronger!
Given the tenacity of their wills, it would be impossible to decide victory or defeat without several days and nights. Nie