Meng stood some distance from Zhang Xiaohua, but she exhausted all her strength, and with the wind at her back, her heart-rending words reached Zhang Xiaohua's ears. Hearing them, a surge of heroic spirit welled up within him. He thrust out the Prajna Heavy Sword, forcing Huben aside, and laughed aloud. "With Meng by my side, what more could I ask for?"
Having said that, he shouted, "Brother Huben, do you dare receive three of my moves?"
Huben laughed heartily. "Why should I fear three moves? Even thirty would be no matter!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua brought his hands together and gripped the hilt of the Prajna Heavy Sword with both hands. He floated into the air, raised the heavy sword over his head, and with a whoosh, chopped straight down. What technique was there to speak of?
"Ah, damn it!" Chen Chen, watching from afar, was quick with her tongue as she laughed and cursed, "This guy is trying to cheat!"
Sure enough, upon seeing Zhang Xiaohua raise the heavy sword, Huben secretly cried out in alarm. He had no time to make any refined counterattack, and hurriedly seized both ends of the Blunt Copper Rod with both hands, raising it above his head to block Zhang Xiaohua's descending heavy sword.
With an explosive CLANG, even louder than before, Huben's arms went numb. The bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracked apart, while Zhang Xiaohua, suspended in midair, floated high into the air. With a puff, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood.
Yet immediately afterward, Zhang Xiaohua adjusted his posture, still maintaining the same stance as before. With another Forcefully Splitting Mount Hua, he chopped down again. Huben wanted to change techniques, but in his haste, he had no time. Besides, he had promised to receive Zhang Xiaohua's moves.