The crowd could only watch as the frenzied Liu Xiaomo relentlessly attacked Wen Qingye with thrusts, slashes, chops, and upward swings. But without exception, Wen Qingye dodged every single blow.
The expressions on Huang En and Moo Luo's faces shifted from initial disdain to gravity, then to shock, and finally to the look of someone who had just seen a ghost.
Liu Xiaomo's Swordsmanship had already reached a divinely unpredictable level, yet before Wen Qingye, it seemed like mere child's play. Just how profound had Wen Qingye's own Swordsmanship become?
Huang En swallowed hard and stammered, "Where in the world did this Wen Qingye come from?"
Moo Luo's voice began to tremble. "Forcing Junior Brother Liu into such a corner with just a wooden branch... there's no one like that in our Sword Sect."
The battle raged on. Liu Xiaomo's sword grew increasingly fierce, and a crimson glint appeared in his eyes.
"Sword Rises from All Directions!"
HUMMM!
