Watching the two curved blades whirl toward him like a cyclone, the one-eyed man curled his lips in disdain. He lightly stamped his right foot on the ground, and the broadsword on his back flew straight out.
It was a wide blade, roughly half a meter across, with two grooves along its body like gears.
Unlike Mu Zhoubai's techniques, his movements were broad and sweeping, carrying the momentum of one man guarding a pass against ten thousand.
Blade after blade collided, sending showers of sparks flying.
Mu Zhoubai's expression changed slightly. Feeling the force transmitted through the opponent's broad blade, he found it was actually somewhat greater than his own.
He hurriedly steadied himself, continuously dodging as his blade techniques launched an impenetrable barrage of attacks.
"Junior Brother Mu's attacks are more agile and varied, but his strength is somewhat lacking," Liu Rufeng said.
"Still, although his opponent is strong, he has no skill in either speed or techniques. It is far too early to speak of victory or defeat."
The two men on the arena were both ferocious in every move they made.
Gradually, as time passed, the one-eyed man began to grow anxious.
Mu Zhoubai was like a loach; let alone attacking him, the man could not even touch him. Meanwhile, under Mu Zhoubai's fierce blade attacks, he had already suffered light injuries, with wounds scattered across his body.
"Do you only know how to dodge?" the one-eyed man said angrily.
"Cross Violent Kill Blade." Seeing the one-eyed man expose an opening, Mu Zhoubai sneered.
His two curved blades immediately crossed together, forming the shape of a cross.
His figure seemed to merge with the void. The entire world was left with only that cross-shaped blade, while he himself vanished.
Before the one-eyed man could react, a boom