Clang, clang, clang, clang...
A dense, rainlike barrage of clashing metal suddenly rang out between Lian Youming and Gan Xuansu.
Lian Youming stood firm, as steady as a mountain, while the layers of descending saber light were all neutralized and scattered by the Inner Strength and sword momentum radiating from his body.
Barely half a breath into their clash, the saber light had shredded Lian Youming's clothes into fragments that filled the air, revealing his lean, power-packed upper body. The rain fell thickly. Viewed from a distance, the water clinging to his skin seemed to be driven outward by an unusual force, shooting in every direction like swords leaving their sheaths to meet the saber light.
The blades descended, his muscles and bones trembled, and ripples sprang up, yet they could scarcely break his skin.
Lian Youming held no sword, but at that very moment, he himself seemed to be a divine blade. Strength and momentum surged outward, every inch of his flesh capable of releasing force. Wherever his intent reached, his sword could sweep in all directions.
The spectators gradually fell silent, until the entire arena was deathly still!!!
Gan Xuansu sensed it too. Though his eyes were covered, his face had turned especially sinister, his cheeks taut. Wisps of hot breath escaped his mouth and nose, and his saber attacks grew ever more savage and frenzied, until the saber light engulfed him completely.
However-
Crack!
A sharp report suddenly rang out as Lian Youming struck with both fists, punching through the air into that terrifying curtain of saber light that neither wind nor rain could penetrate. Like an antelope hanging by its horns, his punch left no trace to follow. In an instant, it intercepted a Samurai Sword midway, smashing into its spine.
The Samurai Sword beneath Gan