At that moment, the Blade Ghost's competitive spirit had clearly been stirred by Xu Taiping's blade touching him twice in succession, and he had begun to be willing to cross blades with Xu Taiping.
Before this, he had not even deigned to draw his blade against Xu Taiping.
Shing! This time, Xu Taiping drew first.
The instant he struck, he gathered Blade Force through the Demon-Slaying Blade's method of borrowing momentum, then used what he had observed earlier to adjust where his edge would fall even as he swung.
Swish! Yet the Red-Haired Blade Ghost's blade was still unimaginably fast. Before Xu Taiping's blade could fall, it had already cleaved into his head.
Even so, in the instant before his head hit the ground, Xu Taiping still brought the Spring Tiger Saber down in front of the Blade Ghost.
Having learned from the previous two strikes, the Blade Ghost had carefully avoided Xu Taiping's long saber as he struck.
But when he put away his blade and looked down, he discovered that Xu Taiping had still cut a gash across his shoulder.
The wound was naturally insignificant, but a being who pursued perfection as the Blade Ghost did would never permit himself such a mistake.
"Again!"
The Blade Ghost raised his hand and brought Xu Taiping back to life once more.
He was no longer thinking about tormenting Xu Taiping. All that filled his mind now was how to slay Xu Taiping with one perfect stroke.
"No more."
Xu Taiping suddenly lowered his saber and smiled at the Blade Ghost.
"What do you mean by that?"
The Blade Ghost flew into a rage at his words.
In an instant, thunder rolled overhead, and the sea of blood churned around them.
"I'm a little tired. Let's do this another time."
Xu