Zhuo Huxing gritted his teeth and cursed, "You little bastard." As he stepped forward, Xue Ba met his advance, and the two blades clashed together, emitting a sound that made one's teeth sour.
This boy, who didn't even come up to Zhuo Huxing's chest, had boundless strength. His swordplay was as fierce as wind and thunder. After just a few clashes, Zhuo Huxing's wrists ached from the impact.
Xue Ba saw an opportunity and swung his long sword upwards, but unexpectedly, a gleaming blade extended from the thick back of his opponent's chopper, shattering Xue Ba's weapon into countless fragments!
The boy's eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty gleam. He reached out to catch a broken blade from the air, ignoring the cleaver hacking toward his neck, and drove the blade into Zhuo Huxing's eye.
