Kyrian advanced.
Qi flowed through his eyes like fuel and enveloped his sword and, mixed with it, the sword intent condensed in an invisible, yet palpable way. The air around the blade seemed to compress.
On the other side, Kuang also moved.
Metal Qi shone intensely along the spear. The weapon seemed heavier, denser, as if it had been forged again at that exact instant. The ground beneath his feet cracked slightly as he propelled his body forward.
They collided at the center of the arena.
Sword and spear met with a dry bang.
This time, Kuang changed the rhythm. He twisted his body and brought the spear down from above in a crushing blow. Metallic Qi concentrated at the tip, brutally increasing the penetration and weight of the strike.
Kyrian crossed his sword to block. The impact was violent.
