The curved blade bore no sheen; in the darkness, it was virtually undetectable, even to the naked eye.
Even for an expert of Battle Lord's caliber, it was only with heightened perception that he barely dodged it.
The insidious blade, silent and close, was brimming with boundless murderous intent.
Battle Lord's sword initiated a furious dance.
Ding dang—ding dang—ding dang
The clashing sounds of longsword and curved blade sent sparks flying in the dark night.
The murderous aura was now and then imperceptible.
The techniques, eerily at their extreme.
Battle Lord, favoring unconventional swordplay, and Umbrella Emperor, with his supple and cunning demeanor, crossed paths only thrice in that instant.
Three encounters, yet they had exchanged over a hundred moves.
