Almost at the same time.
Within the Martial Arts Arena of the Ping'an Wang Clan.
Two young men were sparring. The slightly older man wore a green Xuanwu Combat Uniform. Every move of his swordsmanship appeared simple, yet carried an ancient, weighty force.
The other young man, dressed in black, moved sometimes as swiftly as the wind and sometimes as ghostly and elusive as a phantom. His sword moves were like a violent storm, pouring down upon his opponent.
Yet no matter how dazzling his techniques were, he could not break through his opponent's defense.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Their refined steel longswords continuously collided, ringing with the crisp chime of metal striking metal.
Half an incense stick later.
The black-clad youth could no longer hold back. He unleashed his movement technique, his figure flashing repeatedly like he had dragged out one Xun Wind phantom after another. Borrowing the force of his powerful momentum, he slashed down from above.
A highly condensed stream of colorless energy burst from the refined steel sword, transforming into a crescent-shaped Sword Qi that cleaved toward his opponent. This move was like splitting Mount Hua with an axe, unstoppable in its momentum.
Yet the older youth in green did not budge in the slightest, not retreating even half a step. His refined steel longsword merely traced a circle through the air, and vibrant, life-filled energy bloomed forth, instantly forming an energy shield.
Boom!
The two forces collided, and shockwaves spread in all directions. The black-clad youth, who had been on the offensive, instead flipped backward through the air. Only after flying several yards did he steady himself, his body floating gently in midair.
He looked utterly dejected. "No more, no more. Sparring with Fourth Uncle is far too stifling. Even my killing move, Gentle Wind Slash,