Flowing Cloud Sword Technique! Cloud Wave!
Xiao Bieli's wrist flickered, and the Flowing Cloud Sword instantly transformed into a hazy blur of sword shadows. It was like layers of surging cloud waves, appearing soft and ethereal, yet containing a continuous, unyielding Power.
The tip of the sword traced profound arcs, striking with unparalleled precision at the weakest point on the side of Yan Yaoyang's Fist Momentum. He was attempting to use skill to overcome brute force and deflect its Momentum!
"DING—!"
A crisp, long, and soul-shaking ring of metal on metal exploded forth!
The sword tip and the side of the Fist Edge clashed in an instant! Sparks flew!
Yan Yaoyang felt a supple yet continuous Power transmitted from the sword tip. It struck his ferocious Fist Momentum in waves, like the tide, actually deflecting his powerful blow by several inches. The punch grazed the corner of Xiao Bieli's robes and slammed into empty air!
