His lips opened as he inhaled every bit of air he could, filling his lungs to the brim of their capacities. Then his waist rotated at the same time as his shoulder moved in a throwing motion. A whipping sound exploded from his position as his sword quit his hand.
His form was perfect, and his sword was thrown in a straight path toward the white colored youth. It broke through the speed of sound and kept getting faster as it broke the distance with the virtual immortal. Who, in turn, sent his flying sword to intercept Fell's attack without breaking a sweat in front of the weird stratagem.
He was aware that the young cultivator in front of him didn't know any special control technique; as for his sword being a special flying sword, that was even more improbable.
