One versus seven. A sixteen-year-old boy against seven veteran Sword Masters.
It was an unprecedented event, something so absurd that anyone who heard of it would find it utterly ridiculous.
Yet it was happening before everyone's very eyes!
The air fell silent.
Only the ringing of three swords from the high platform echoed in all directions, drawing every eye.
Three Sword Masters attacked Ning Jiang at once.
One from the left, one from the right, and one from the center.
They were all experts in Body Sword Control, their bodies following their blades, instantly sealing off the three directions in front of Ning Jiang.
Faced with such an attack, any normal person would have no choice but to retreat and search for an opening to counter.
But with a light tap of his foot, Ning Jiang's body became as light as a willow catkin. His sword moved without a trace, its path perfectly natural as it swept gently across.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Three clashes of metal rang out as sparks flew.
