Above the arena, a sword flashed through the air.
Watching the opponent before him, staring at his back, Peng Bubai's sinister eyes widened involuntarily, opening fully as killing intent filled them. Lian Youming seemed still to be watching the black garments that had been shaken loose. He merely found the method somewhat unusual, but not mysterious. It seemed that exceedingly supple Inner Strength had shaken them off like shedding cicada skin, the strength surging outward as the wearer contracted his body and dodged, leaving the clothes briefly suspended in the air.
Apart from this man's supremely refined control of Inner Strength, the fabric of the clothes was probably somewhat unusual as well. Only the combination of all these factors could produce such an extraordinary technique for killing without a trace.
Just as the sword tip was about to pierce flesh, having already punctured his clothes and sent a chill through him, Lian Youming suddenly shot forward. His right arm swept around at the same time, drawing and curling toward the ground, and a black garment on the verge of falling floated up again on the gust of his strength.
Light indeed.
The black garment billowed in the wind like a dark cloud obscuring the moon, blocking the space between them and cutting off their view of each other.
But with the chance to defeat his enemy right before him, how could Peng Bubai allow Lian Youming a moment to breathe? The sword tip quivered, its blade shaking rapidly as sword winds hissed through the air. The black garment instantly tore apart, scattering into shreds.
The vicious sword shadows moved through the moonlight as swiftly as a gale, shaking out a dozen points of cold light as the sword's course abruptly changed. Yet the obstruction lasted only an instant before the