The night spread like a shroud, as if covering the entire military compound with a layer of frost.
Salon, with his dagger that had vanquished countless foes, blended into the night, merging into a single point, charging straight at Xiao Tian.
A sharp silver gleam pierced the sky. At this moment, everything around seemed to fall silent, as if all of creation watched this duel.
The sound of footsteps quickened, and Xiao Tian stepped forward, pulling a dagger from his breast. With no mercy, he fiercely swung it, striking directly at the silver gleam.
"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing resounded distinctly against the night's silence.
In just a brief exchange, Salon retracted his dagger, shifting angles and stabbing forth once more.
Xiao Tian extended his hand, with his dagger dancing in front like a butterfly, wielding tremendous force in his grip. Clashing with the other dagger, Xiao Tian's wrist twisted quickly from the dagger's pull.
