In the heart of the battlefield, the very air quivered as Ye Fan's long saber, infused with unmatched power, collided fiercely with Jiang Chen's longsword.
Clang!
The clash of metal echoed, dispersing waves of force everywhere.
Ye Fan, his voice laced with scorn and frenzy, couldn't resist mocking his opponent, "I relish knocking down arrogant jerks like you who are too full of themselves!" He always took pleasure in cutting down those who walked around with unwarranted pride, and today, he was convinced, would be no different.
In his imagination, Ye Fan had already seen the endgame. Jiang Chen, defeated by the ruthless strike of his saber, dropping his longsword, his defense obliterated. The following instant, his body would be split in half. This scenario was so clear, so close at hand, that a smirk spread across Ye Fan's face, almost letting him savor the taste of victory.
But reality took a different turn.
