The man in the green robe's eyes blazed with fury as he watched Yan Xing approach, his hand movements becoming more frenzied with every passing moment. The fan in his hand whirled through the air, its razor-sharp edges glinting in the light.
Yan Xing's sword gleamed in the dim light as he executed a swift movement technique, closing the distance between himself and the man in green robes in a matter of seconds. With each step, the ground shook beneath his feet, and his eyes locked onto the man's with a fierce determination.
The man's eyes narrowed as he saw Yan Xing approaching, his hand movements growing faster and more furious with every wave of his fan
As the two of them clashed once again, the sound of their weapons meeting filled the air, a cacophony of ringing metal and clashing blades. With every strike, the intensity of their movements grew.
