Xuan Zhe simply extended two fingers and lightly pinched the blade between them. With a casual hold, he kept the sword from moving at all.
The moment he restrained the sword, he raised his right leg and kicked out with terrifying force. Kick after kick followed. He would not stop until he made his opponent cough up blood.
But judging by the situation, making him cough up blood did not seem very realistic. What was going on?
The man's ability to take a beating was no joke. He had some skill.
Five minutes passed.
Matsushita General ached all over. The longer he fought, the less confident he became, muttering inwardly, If this keeps up, it definitely won't end well. This guy is clearly pressing me at every turn, leaving me no way out.
Damn it, how did things get to this point? Can't a guy catch a break?
Matsushita General's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Do you really have to push me this far?"
Even he thought his words sounded a little weak.
Back down a little, give him a way to save face, and this should pretty much blow over-that was what he thought.
Unfortunately, Xuan Zhe had no intention of showing him any consideration.
Blades flashed, one after another, raining down on his head and face. Every slash carried full force, holding nothing back.
You thought you could guess the outcome? No, you could not.
You could only slowly crumble within that self-assured fantasy.
Not a single word came in reply.
The sword's tip was already pressed against Matsushita General's chest, advancing little by little.
From the look of it, he would not stop until he had run him clean through.
Matsushita General abruptly released the hilt, abandoned his weapon, and shot backward.