"Ding!"
With a crisp clash of sword edges, the two shadowy figures in the arena swiftly separated, paused for a few seconds, and then charged at each other with even greater speed than before.
The spectators were dazzled and incessantly marveled. Ever since entering the Swiss rounds, each day seemed to bring new challenges that refreshed their outlook, whether in terms of spectacle or raw strength, both of which were much improved over the past.
Normally, they only knew that Zeng Ke'er was strong, and You Yu was strong, but they had never had a clear idea of just how strong they were—today, they finally understood, barely able to make out the movements of their attacks.
"Ding ding!"
"Whoosh!"
Bang bang bang!
The two figures flipped and flew, appearing and disappearing, their longswords interweaving with the occasional attacks from several talismans. Ying Yuan and Xuan Tian clearly took their respective sides, rooting for their companions with all their might.
