Ying Ming Hao's opening attacks were like scratching an itch through a boot. Clearly, he only wanted to test his opponent a little.
After all, they were fellow disciples of the same sect. He had to spare her feelings to some extent!
However, after the battle had lasted two hundred exchanges, Ying Ming Hao finally decided to stop holding back and put a little more strength into his attacks.
His figure flashed as he swiftly closed in on his opponent, then unleashed a vicious swing of his blade, its momentum as unstoppable as splitting bamboo!
The strike carried the force of Thunderous Might, cleaving straight down at Luo Shuihan!
Faced with such a ferocious blow, Luo Shuihan dared not let her guard slip in the slightest. She hurriedly raised her sword to meet it.
In an instant, a sharp, piercing clang of metal rang throughout the space, deafening everyone!
Luo Shuihan felt both arms ache and tingle, swelling with pain until they were almost numb. Her body involuntarily staggered several steps backward before she barely managed to steady herself.
"Well, well! Who would have thought our Junior Sister Luo had some real skill!
Young Heavenly Prodigies who can withstand so many of my moves are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns!
I suppose we're evenly matched today!"
Although Ying Ming Hao spoke politely, his hands never paused. He raised the Burial Life Blade again and continued his fierce assault on Luo Shuihan.
For a time, the ceaseless clang of blade against sword rang up into the clouds.
By now, Luo Shuihan was drenched in cold sweat. Crystal-clear beads covered her forehead, seemingly ready to roll down at any moment.
She gritted her teeth and used every trick she knew to desperately fend off Ying Ming Hao's attacks,