After Li Chengyun and Chard collided and separated, they looked at each other with piercing gazes, their eyes filled with cold resentment. At this moment, they had entered the state of duel.
Next, it was Li Chengyun who made the first move.
Chard's defense was quite good. Their bamboo swords collided heavily again, making a loud bang.
As Yu Jingrong watched from the side, he could feel a heavy sense of oppression, as if either side seemed likely to be crushed to the ground.
They backed away from each other, trading blows one by one.
Every attack seemed narrowly avoided by the other party. Yu Jingrong wanted to gasp in surprise several times.
Seeing Yu Jingrong tilt his head ever so slightly, a pained expression on his face, Lang Qingge chuckled lightly, "What's the matter? Afraid that Li Chengyun will lose?"
