SHING! Huaa Baida's saber left its sheath. His saber was long and thin, with a peculiar curve to its body. The blade's edge had a faint blue glint, a clear sign of its extreme sharpness.
Huaa Baida gently caressed the sharp blade in his hand and said lightly, "Ever since I began my cultivation of the Saber Technique, I have never met a peer who could withstand a hundred of my moves. That is why I changed my name to Huaa Baida. Zhaang Ye, I hope you can take more than a few of my strikes. You may go first."
Zhaang Ye raised an eyebrow and said, "Then I won't hold back!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the Thick-Backed Saber in his hand transformed into a brilliant flash of light, slashing toward Huaa Baida without warning.
Fame is never unearned. Huaa Baida was renowned for his saber, and his own cultivation had reached the Peak of Martial Arts Third Layer, far surpassing Zhaang Ye. To hold back against such an opponent would be suicide.
