The dust settled from their first exchange, and Silver Talon wasted no time. His silver mask gleamed as he lunged forward, the Phoenix Glaive becoming a blur of deadly thrusts.
Li Shen barely managed to deflect the first strike before three more hammered against his guard. Each blow carried crushing force, driving him back step by step across the arena floor. The masked warrior's speed was unlike anything he'd witnessed in either lifetime.
"Silver Fang!"
Nine simultaneous thrusts erupted from Silver Talon's glaive, each trailing crackling energy that filled the air with the scent of lightning. Li Shen twisted away from the first five, but the remaining strikes tore through his outer robe and drew first blood.
The crowd roared as Li Shen stumbled. His opponent pressed forward with mechanical precision, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next. The Phoenix Glaive's blade sang through the air, forcing Li Shen to rely purely on defense.
