The sound of weapon collision exploded.
Blade and giant axe clashed countless times in an instant, the speed of the chopping raising numerous shattered afterimages, as endless gravel burst forth, thousands of wild electric arcs extinguished in the void, dense sparks scattering in all directions, thick as a curtain.
Zhang Bolun's chopping seemed violent, but it followed a pattern.
It was a chopping technique from the barbarians of Northern Europe.
Forceful and heavy, the stance of his chop left no gaps.
But Lu Bu'er's blade was extremely sharp and frantic.
If a mountain stood before him, he would split it.
If a sea lay before him, he would slash it open.
What he swung was merely a wooden sword, yet it felt like the rolling force of the heavens.
The blade trembled, lightning flashing!
Ultimately, he forcefully tore through Zhang Bolun's offense.
With one slash, it fell!
Crack!
