Ye Meng’s eyes were tightly fixed on Bai Xiao.
His right hand drew the sword more and more, almost exposing its entirety. It’s an antique type of long sword, about 1.5 meters in length, with shiny silver metal guards on both sides protruding outward, curving into crescent moon shapes. The hilt appears to be made of a spirally carved stone, resembling marble.
At the end there was a small, semi-transparent sphere, crystal-like.
What’s most striking is the body of the sword, which exudes an ancient aura and is made of an unknown material, seemingly both metallic and stone-like. Bai Xiao seemed to faintly sense from it a special frequency coming from the deep world.
The only extraordinary thing,
is the fluorescent blue patterns on the blade, flowing like mist.
The tip of the sword instantly came out of the sheath, emitting a crisp ring through the air.
Ye Meng suddenly adopted an offensive sword stance.
An invisible sharp aura, like a continuous fog, gathered together and gradually converged at the tip of the sword, aimed directly at Bai Xiao.
Bai Xiao slowly moved his right foot forward, left foot backward.
He adopted the most common fighting stance, quite ordinary.
But the howling domineering aura, carrying with it the currents of air above the arena, hit Ye Meng’s sword stance like waves from all directions, causing the ancient sword to tremble continuously at its tip.
Next to the arena, the referee in black loudly announced.
Immediately, the combat within the Octagonal Arena erupted in an instant.
Ye Meng took an Arrow Step, swung his sword, and a bright crescent moon blossomed midair. Beautiful and exquisite, yet laden with deadly danger, its edges sharp.
Bai Xiao threw a punch, the sound of tearing through the air with his arm was like a string of firecrackers exploding. His fist tore through the air and smashed hard onto the crescent moon.
At once, an astonishing force from both parties violently shook. Circular ripples spread from the point of collision, like ripples on the surface of water.
A mighty force howled, shattering the crescent moon.
But in an instant, another crescent moon was born alongside the howling of the blade. Blocking in front of it was yet another fist, bulging with veins.
"Clang clang clang clang clang..."
In just a few seconds’ time, the Octagonal Arena saw over a dozen crescent moons appear. Each crescent moon contained astonishing cutting power, capable of ripping deep marks into the alloy arena. However, vicious fists wrapped in white airflow were bearing it, even at times bursting it.
On the Octagonal Arena, electric light flickered.
Two blurred figures suddenly crisscrossed, rolling and dodging. Their entire bodies’ strength surged like the tides, each wave stronger than the last, frenziedly released. A dense multitude of fist shadows and layers of sword shadows complemented each other.
Bai Xiao dodged with a flash, throwing a punch and stirring up layers of airwaves. The fist drew a white airflow in the air and hit hard on the blade’s tip.
Ye Meng retreated rapidly, his feet tapping the ground to dissipate the force.
His right hand shook violently along with the trembling sword body.
"This person’s strength, forms its own system, incessant."
"If I don’t cause him harm, I won’t be able to outlast him!"
He suddenly lifted his sword, the Qi and Spirit in his body seemed to intermix through some skill, all of it pouring into the ancient sword.
"Will Sword Technique!"
Ye Meng let out a low shout, employing the Light Saber’s Breaking Gang Secret Technique.
This secret technique is the application of one’s own will and momentum into the slash. To some extent, it is the condensation of sword intent. This makes the sword even sharper and more lethal, even capable of damaging the spirit!