Evenly matched, neither side giving an inch!
It seemed he had indeed corrected his mistakes.
Zheng Jun casually wondered, "Did he finally pull himself together today because yesterday's humiliation was too much?"
However, without any hesitation, he swung his saber again, Slashing toward Han Hu's right side!
Zheng Jun's ink-black, gold-threaded shirt fluttered loudly in the wind. The flying corners of his clothes looked like a dancing crane as he stepped forward, seemingly trampling the sky-filling sand beneath his feet. His saber pointed straight ahead, as if condensing all the surrounding True Gang into its blade.
Seeing Zheng Jun stepping up to Slash again, Han Hu, though quite enraged inwardly, remained unhurried in his movements. Lifting his black rod, he intended to pull back and create distance immediately. However, Zheng Jun moved too fast, forcing Han Hu to block with the rod instead!
CLANG!
