"Boom!"
The square exploded once again as Su Sheng and the curly-haired knight collided fiercely, with Su Sheng proving to be the tougher opponent. The lion-tail scimitar fended off the broad knife, narrowly missing the curly-haired man's neck.
The higher the skill level of the competitors, the more likely a match can end in an instant, yet it might also drag on for days and nights—otherwise, what would there be to boast about?
As both men landed again, Su Sheng shattered three whole steps, turning the marble into fine powder, which writhed and wailed like a silver dragon at the feet of the Demon King.
He stood in a crouch on the steps, facing the Tang Group's main gate, with the lion-tail scimitar held behind him. His back muscles, taut as a cheetah's under the sunlight, he suddenly turned around, revealing half of his perfect profile marked with finger traces. This accidental pose, a collision of destruction and masculinity, was frantically captured.
