The clear ringing of swords and the clash of weapons echoed endlessly through the area.
Under Huo Yuhao's relentless attacks, the man opposite him retreated again and again to evade them. Finally, he took several steps back and steadied himself, then drew another sword, wielding two blades to counter Huo Yuhao's offensive.
Weapons clashed again. Taking advantage of this retreat, the man adjusted his orientation, then charged at Huo Yuhao once more, his feet following a peculiar pattern.
As his body spun, the two swords in his hands slashed at Huo Yuhao.
This time, it was Huo Yuhao's turn to retreat. The man's offensive did not hesitate in the slightest, snapping at his heels without letting go, his attacks coming faster and faster.
Another clash of weapons rang out, but the man's eyes were now clearly filled with shock. Huo Yuhao, however, would not give him time to react.
In an instant, Huo Yuhao thrust the ice sword in his hand toward the man's oncoming attacks at tremendous speed, following a certain rhythm.
The ice sword in Huo Yuhao's hand not only attacked the twin swords but also blocked the man's footwork.
Then the man felt the rhythm of his attacks begin to slip beyond his control, and the twin swords in his hands began to run wild.
The whirlwind formed by his twin swords should have kept attacking his opponent, but now its rotational force slipped beyond his control and instead affected his own body.
He hurriedly retreated, constantly adjusting his posture, and finally plunged both swords into the ground. Only then did he bring the situation back under control.
Panting heavily, he looked at Huo Yuhao in disbelief and said, "Who exactly are you? Why were you able to break my Whirling Sword of Slaughter and Nine Dragon