Clang!
A fierce clash of metal rang out.
Blade met sword, and amid the shower of sparks, a visible ring of air swept outward.
The gust lifted both men's hair. Feeling the force transmitted through his sword, Li Bai curled his lips upward.
"Good! That's more like it!"
Seven said nothing. With a thought, he made the blade fragments of the Thousand Demon Daggers explode outward.
Their sharp ends then pointed straight at Li Bai and shot toward his vital spots.
Seven himself swiftly released the hilt, first twisting slightly sideways to evade Li Bai's slash.
Then, darting and weaving at incredible speed, he swiftly reached Li Bai's back.
He clenched his fingers into a fist and drove it hard toward Li Bai's back with a shrill rush of wind.
The attacks from front and rear formed a pincer, seemingly sealing off every avenue of escape.
The students in the stands gasped. Though they knew Li Bai could surely dodge,
they still could not help breaking into a cold sweat for him.
Li Bai watched the countless blade fragments shooting toward him and heard the wind whistle behind his back.
His lips curled slightly upward, and the black Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up.
"Second Soul Skill, Divine Brushstroke!"
A sword formation flowing with azure light instantly formed beneath Li Bai's feet, wisps of faint sword energy circulating within it.
The instant the formation unfolded, his figure turned incorporeal, and the fragments of the Thousand Demon Daggers passed through his insubstantial body.
The punch Seven threw from behind likewise passed straight through him.
Soul Skill, Divine Brushstroke: the instant the sword formation formed, it could evade one attack with a one-hundred-percent success rate.
"First Soul Skill, Bring in the Wine!"
Seizing that brief opening, Li Bai unleashed the first