When the Surging Waves Sword Technique was trained to its depths, every move carried the majesty of crashing waves battering the shore. When the Flying Fish Sword Technique was trained to its depths, it possessed the lightness and agility of a flying fish. These two sword styles represented heaviness and lightness respectively, and their clash was a splendid sight to behold.
However, both men's cultivation was still shallow, and their internal energy was far from abundant. After another dozen or so exchanges, their swordplay began to grow scattered, no longer retaining its earlier spirit and grace.
At that moment, Zhou Tai's foot stumbled. It seemed his internal energy was failing, and his sword moves slowed as well. Seeing this, Yuan Guoliang seized the chance, extending his long sword in a slanting thrust. With a rip, he pierced Zhou Tai's left arm. Blood immediately streamed down, soaking his purple sleeve.
The attendants watching from behind cried out, "Young Master, be careful!"
Zhou Tai gritted his teeth, flashed backward, sheathed his long sword, and used his fingers to strike several acupoints, stopping the bleeding.
Seeing Zhou Tai retreat, Yuan Guoliang did not pursue him. Panting, he said, "Brother Zhou, since you have already been injured, why not stop here?"
Zhou Tai clenched his teeth and said, "We have only just warmed up. Who wins and who loses is still unknown."
With that, he raised his sword and charged forward again.
Yuan Guoliang chuckled, and the two men tangled once more.
But Zhou Tai was injured now. His vitality had been depleted, and his strength was failing. After several exchanges, he had clearly fallen to a disadvantage.
Seeing this, Yuan Guoliang did not press him too hard. He merely guarded his own position and responded carefully.
Zhang Xiaohua saw everything clearly from the