Guan Yong

"Uncle Guan! I'm ready!" Under Guan Yong's oppressive aura, Cao Bing gradually walked to stand opposite him, assumed a stance, and spoke.

Bang!

Before Cao Bing had even finished speaking, Guan Yong had already rushed right in front of him.

"Fuck!"

Cao Bing's expression instantly shifted from solemn to frantic. If there had been time, he would have cursed out loud.

Seeing Guan Yong draw closer and closer, Cao Bing hurriedly leaped backward and slashed out with his blade at the same time!

But as expected, caught off guard, his strike was knocked aside by Guan Yong, who then pressed his blade against Cao Bing's throat!

"Uncle Guan, you're amazing!" Cao Bing's eyes were somewhat dejected. He had thought he was already quite outstanding, yet he had been defeated in a single strike.

"Little Cao, this is your first lesson. When facing enemies in the wilderness, never waste time with unnecessary words!" Guan Yong removed his blade from Cao Bing's throat and said.

"Yes, Uncle Guan!" Cao Bing replied, still shaken. Just now, he had felt as though Guan Yong's blade had nearly killed him; he had not even dared to move.

"Continue," Guan Yong said.

"Alright!"

Once again, Cao Bing returned to his original position. His gaze had become incomparably grave as he gripped the Phantom Battle Blade in his hand, its tip pointed at Guan Yong.

"Now that's more like it!" Guan Yong also returned to his original position. Looking at Cao Bing's deep, wolf-like eyes, he smiled.

"Fight!"

This time, it was Cao Bing who made the first move. The instant Guan Yong stood still, Cao Bing shot forward.

"You're learning fast!" Guan Yong teased, vanishing from where he stood in an instant!

"He's fast!" Cao Bing's eyes narrowed when he saw Guan Yong disappear as he charged forward.

He abruptly changed direction, leaving his previous path of attack. At the same time, Guan Yong appeared to the right of the route Cao Bing had just taken.

"Not bad battle instincts!" Guan Yong grinned. Even while moving at such high speed, he could still speak calmly.

"Take this!" Guan Yong shouted, and the longsword in his hand instantly turned into three flashes of blade light as it slashed toward his front left.

"Fight!" Cao Bing shouted again, swinging his blade to knock aside one of the flashes while passing through the other two and continuing his charge.

"Good!" This time, Guan Yong did not dodge. Instead, he met Cao Bing head-on. His own strength and abilities were greater than Cao Bing's to begin with. His earlier high-speed movements had merely been to see how Cao Bing would respond.

Guan Yong advanced instead of retreating, and Cao Bing's pupils shrank to pinpoints. The blade in his hand swung out at extreme speed.

In an instant, the two figures became entangled.

Their figures shifted and darted across the field, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes forward, sometimes back, changing unpredictably.

Cao Bing and Guan Yong were both experts who excelled in movement techniques and ever-changing blade techniques. Even though they had both chosen to face each other head-on, their figures still filled the field as they fought.

Guan Yong gradually increased both his speed and the speed of his strikes. Yet he slowly realized that no matter how much he accelerated, Cao Bing could keep up, even if it looked extremely difficult.

As expected of a genius. This rate of growth is beyond comparison, Guan Yong thought in amazement.

Guan Yong could clearly sense Cao Bing's rate of improvement. At first, Cao Bing's movement and blade techniques had been quite immature, but in such a short time, he had begun to gradually keep up with him, even though Guan Yong had not used his full strength at all.

On the other side, Cao Bing was under immense pressure. No matter how he squeezed out his own potential, Guan Yong suppressed him relentlessly. Yet he felt that Guan Yong's speed and strength were only slightly greater than his own. Still, that slight difference was like an insurmountable chasm, making it impossible for Cao Bing to surpass him.

Should I use Internal Force? Cao Bing struggled inwardly.

He wanted to use Internal Force directly to break free of that slight restraint, but he was unwilling to accept it. He could sense that if he could break free of it using only the movement and blade techniques of his physical body, it would be an enormous improvement for him.

"Again!"

Cao Bing roared and continued squeezing out his potential. The speed of his slashes actually rose by the slightest margin, and his blade technique became even more unpredictable.

"This is..." Guan Yong's relaxed expression instantly turned solemn. "This kid is actually trying to break through by fighting me!"

This damn brat, isn't he making things difficult for me? Doing something this dangerous! Guan Yong cursed inwardly, yet he did not dare stop moving his blade.

Breaking through in the midst of battle was an extremely dangerous thing. The slightest mistake could result in severe injury or death.

As the one feeding him moves, Guan Yong was under even greater pressure. Not only did he have to control the degree of pressure and ensure Cao Bing received enough of it, but he also had to be especially careful not to truly injure him.

At the same time, Yan Ying, the team captain, also noticed that something was wrong in the field.

His eyes narrowed slightly. Then he said, "Quiet down. Move back!"

"Hmm?"

The others clearly did not understand, but they still obediently followed their captain's orders.

"Captain?" Song Shengnan watched the field with concern. He was not particularly skilled in blade techniques or movement techniques, so he asked Yan Ying.

"Just watch. Guan Yong knows what he's doing." Yan Ying's face remained stern, but his voice revealed that he was far from calm.

By then, Cao Bing and Guan Yong's battle had reached a fever pitch. Yet the number of times their longswords collided had instead grown fewer and fewer.

Cao Bing's forehead was already covered in sweat, but he had no time to wipe it away. He did not even know what was happening around him anymore, wholly immersed in movement and blade techniques.

Guan Yong abruptly turned and appeared at his side again. The Phantom Battle Blades shifted repeatedly, making it almost impossible for Cao Bing to catch even a glimpse of them.

Damn it! I can't dodge this move! Cold sweat instantly broke out on Cao Bing. His blade followed Guan Yong's Phantom Battle Blades several times, yet could not even touch their shadows.

He changed positions several times, but it was still useless. The blade clung to him like a maggot on the bone—he could not block it or dodge it!

Damn it! What do I do? Cao Bing bit down so hard that blood seeped from his gums, but there was nothing he could do.

Then, an indescribably surging Killing Intent rushed toward him along the edge of his opponent's blade.

"Ahhh!"

Struck by that Killing Intent, Cao Bing felt even his mind tremble.

"Kill!" Cao Bing's eyes turned bloodshot as he shouted recklessly.

His body and battle blade seemed to slip beyond his control as they instantly shifted sideways. The blade light split into two, passing strangely along Guan Yong's battle blade like a phantom as it went straight for Guan Yong's throat and heart.

"Fuck!" Guan Yong's soul nearly fled in terror. He hurriedly shifted his footing and moved his body half an inch to the left, barely avoiding Cao Bing's strike.

"Little Cao, are you trying to kill your Uncle Guan?"