Jiang Yuzhe’s fighting spirit was ignited, and he leapt towards Huayue, his longsword slashing one strike after another.
The crisp sound of clashing metal rained down like droplets, Qi Light shooting sparks as swords flew, Huayue’s longsword notched again and again, resembling a saw. His whole body was jolted backward repeatedly.
With a heavy "boom," Huayue was finally sent flying before crashing down heavily to the ground.
His complexion had turned ashen, the corners of his mouth seeping strands of blood.
"I’ve finally beaten this guy; he really was quite troublesome," Jiang Yuzhe exhaled turbid air. He had just executed over thirty consecutive sword strikes, and his Qi had been severely depleted. If his last strike hadn’t sent Huayue flying, he might not have been able to hold on any longer.
"Cough cough, so weak. So, this is a Sixth-tier Knight, huh?" Just as Jiang Yuzhe was letting out a sigh of relief, Huayue staggered to his feet, coughing twice with a look of disdain, and said.
What! How could this guy still stand up? Is he some sort of indestructible cockroach? Jiang Yuzhe’s eyes widened!
"I thought Sixth-tier Knights were powerful, but that’s all they’ve got? Come on, again." Although Huayue was swaying and could barely stand steady, he pointed his sword at Jiang Yuzhe with an extremely arrogant demeanor.
Jiang Yuzhe’s face flushed red in an instant. He had always been the arrogant one since childhood, never having anyone dare to be so audacious in front of him. More importantly, the opponent was only a Fifth-Order Knight.
He had struck dozens of times, and was so breathless he could barely stand, yet he still hadn’t managed to defeat a Fifth Rank Swordsman. If word got out, it would be a complete joke. Follow current novels on novelFirｅ.net
No, I can’t drag this out any longer. Jiang Yuzhe slowly retracted his longsword, hiding it behind him and adopted an extremely bizarre Sword Force, his expression becoming unusually solemn.
The air around them also suddenly grew tense.
That’s when everyone could tell that Jiang Yuzhe’s next movement contained a very powerful follow-up attack, incomparable to the dozens of strikes he had made before.
Finally ready to use his killer move? Mu Hanyan’s mood, on the other hand, surprisingly lightened.
Although she had coached Huayue, she was still worried he wouldn’t last long enough. After all, the gap in strength was evident. In the end, it wasn’t certain who would wear down whom. If Huayue collapsed first, even if Jiang Yuzhe showed a weak spot, he wouldn’t have the strength to exploit it.
However, to her relief, Huayue had also anticipated this and persistently provoked his opponent, compelling Jiang Yuzhe to use his killer move prematurely.
Indeed worthy of being one of the three great fiends. Despite Huayue’s usual reticence, his wit was no less than anyone else’s... Well, that underhanded and despicable kick earlier was also quite telling.
"You... are dead meat!" Jiang Yuzhe said coldly.
As soon as his words fell, he flew out like a dart.
Unlike before, he didn’t move straight ahead. His steps were extremely strange, suddenly forward, then backward, to the left, then right, sometimes high, sometimes low—like a ghost under the night candles. The longsword hidden behind him appeared and disappeared with his unpredictable figure, occasionally letting out a faint cold gleam, adding an even eerier touch.
Everyone took in a sharp breath; such movement technique was too peculiar. Even swordsmen of the same rank might find it hard to discern the true from the feint, and even those a rank higher would have difficulty dealing with it.
Mu Nan, however, seemed to have an epiphany. No wonder Mu Han had gone through so much effort to recruit Jiang Yuzhe. Although this fellow hadn’t yet drawn his sword, just this movement technique alone was perfectly suited for a night robber skilled in sneaky, behind-the-back attacks.
But the question remained, could Huayue handle him?