Lou Cheng tried to recall his opponent's information to no avail. He looked at Taoist Wuguang standing across from him, then at the referee at the edge of the area raising his right hand. He was forgetting something important.
The referee looked at both parties, then swung his arm down.
"Begin!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ding!
The metallic longsword left Taoist Wuguang's hands with a dragon's roar, enwreathed in silver, flowing electricity.
S-sword manipulation! The sight jogged Lou Cheng's memory. He remembered what he was forgetting.
Taoist Wuguang was a swordsman, but unlike normal swordsmen, he could control a flying sword, an ability straight out of a storybook.
Swish! The sword enwreathed in silver electricity shot out, gaining speed and power under the influence of the magnetic field, like a soaring dragon or a bullet.
Lou Cheng instinctively formed a scarlet fireball to blast at the lightning sword.
