Simultaneously, the ground beneath Yan Xing, Jingsheng, and the others gave way, causing them to fall through.
Yan Xing reacted quickly, expertly parrying the attack and spinning around to deliver a swift strike to the opponent's back. However, the man moved aside, causing Yan Xing to only graze his robe. Yan Xing turned around and saw that the floor had returned to its original state, leaving him and the man alone in the room."
The man stumbled backwards, but regained his balance with remarkable agility. "Worthy to be my opponent," he commented, eyeing Yan Xing with a mix of admiration and hostility.
Yan Xing met the man's gaze coldly. "But you are not worthy to be mine," he retorted, his sword flashing in the dim light of the chamber.
The man parried Yan Xing's attack and counterattacked with a powerful swing. Yan Xing didn't flinch, meeting the blow head on.
