Whoosh!
Above their heads, a sword gang over twenty meters long, accompanied by a ghastly whooshing sound, chopped straight down at a swordsman who had just managed to roll over onto his feet.
Before this, the swordsman had been knocked to the ground by three consecutive blows from another swordsman, and this final strike was intended to take his life, sealing his fate.
In this life-or-death moment, the swordsman's arms strangely twisted just then; his left forearm and upper arm overlapping instantly, then slanting above his forehead.
The next instant, the swordsman drew his sword with his backhand as spiritual power burst forth like the sun, the steel blade in his hand gleamed with a cold light akin to a dagger, and he charged, together with his sword, towards the swordsman high above.
Crack!
The sound of a sharp sword breaking bone sent shivers down the spine of the listeners.
