The moment the arena official gave his signal, both combatants moved forward simultaneously. Like two arrows on the same trajectory, destined to collide at the center of the course and determined to break their way through.
Of course, Chen Yan was faster than an arrow, and much faster than Han Xuhan.
The vital energy roaring through his limbs magnified the advantages of his already superior physique. The leap he performed at the penultimate moment of the clash took him flying across a dozen meters in the blink of an eye.
While moving through the air, the saber whipped out behind him like a single, unfurled wing.
Sweeping Saber Style: Silver Meteor!
Gone were the technical finesse and cautious approach. Gone were the clashes where every move could be seen, analyzed, and countered on the go. This time, most disciples in the audience only saw a crimson and silver blur cutting through the air.
