Ma Ke looked very confident.
Due to cultural reasons, the Western world’s martial artists were more direct. There were often fights between martial artists. Among the level six martial artists of the same level, there were few who could compare to Ma Ke. Ma Ke had never lost before.
This time, facing Yang Tian who was thinner than him, he was naturally confident.
“Peng!”
Ma Ke was the first to move. He charged towards Yang Tian, holding the huge sword with both hands and slashing down at Yang Tian.
The sword in Ma Ke’s hand was 10 centimeters wide and almost one finger thick. It looked extremely heavy. Facing this sword, Yang Tian dodged it directly. Ma Ke’s sword directly slashed into the snow, splitting a piece of rock in the snow.
“Hu ~”
A strong wind sound rang out. Ma Ke’s slash missed. His body spun, and the huge sword in his hand swept toward Yang Tian, making a sharp sound of the sword scraping against the air.
