Li Hongzhao said, "Cheng Tianfeng, I am a Grandmaster, and you are Innate. You insisted on fighting, so don't blame me for bullying the weak!"
"Bring it on!" Cheng Tianfeng snorted, as a flash of sword light suddenly brightened, then his body and the sword merged into one, instantly thrusting towards Li Hongzhao's chest.
Li Hongzhao chuckled lightly, wielding his sword to meet the attack, the blade shining as bright as lightning.
"Bang!" Suddenly, Li Hongzhao flew out, spitting a mouthful of blood mid-air, creating a misty rain of blood.
With disbelief, Li Hongzhao landed, staggering three steps before steadying himself, gently wiping the corner of his mouth, his phoenix eyes narrowing with a light hum, "Well done!"
Cheng Tianfeng had already sheathed his sword, saying lightly, "Pardon my clumsiness."
"Again!" Li Hongzhao demanded.
Cheng Tianfeng shook his head, "No need. If I cannot win with one sword strike, I won't win with more. A Grandmaster truly lives up to the name."
