Whoosh~
The night wind drew the drifting clouds apart and stirred the endless grass across the basin.
Two figures stood a hundred feet apart in the waist-high grass. As moonlight spilled down, a line of saber light emerged in the night.
Having missed her strike, Fan Qinghe recognized the man in blue as Jiang Zhawu, the Fist Champion, and dared not approach recklessly again. She wanted to warn Ye Jingtang to leave rather than fight him head-on, but neither of the two peak Martial Chiefs facing each other intended to avoid battle. Their increasingly taut auras forced even her to suppress her breathing and hold her tongue.
Ye Jingtang transferred his saber to his bare right arm. After gazing at Jiang Zhawu, he suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and strode forward, alone with his blade, then broke into a sprint, lending the entire world a sense of naked, cutting sharpness.
Thud, thud, thud-
Jiang Zhawu had seemingly gained the upper hand in their first exchange, but his whipping kick had struck Ye Jingtang's arm as though it were a skeleton cast from steel. Ye Jingtang had slid away purely because the ground was soft. Had his footing been solid enough, he might not have moved at all.
Ye Jingtang thought Jiang Zhawu was stronger than anyone he had ever faced, but Jiang Zhawu found his physique just as overpowering.
Seeing Ye Jingtang stride toward him, Jiang Zhawu slid his right foot outward and bent his knees slightly.
Boom-
The next instant, a thunderous explosion rumbled through the basin.
Holding his saber in both hands, Ye Jingtang drew a white line through the air and shot across the hundred-foot gap to Jiang Zhawu, slashing horizontally at his waist!
Swish-
Jiang Zhawu extended his left hand, intending to catch the