Li Chen's blade was swift, and formidable.
However, what shocked Zhao Xing the most was not the power that the blade contained.
It was the will that emanated from the blade itself!
This was a blade with a will!
In the instant when Red Moon and the iron rod made contact, Zhao Xing felt as though he was sinking in a mire, with endless ghosts howling around him.
From these ghosts emanated a single consciousness.
That was… greed!
"Ding!"
Without any hesitation, Zhao Xing swiftly tilted his rod, attempting to completely deflect the force, in order to lessen its impact on him.
The blade slid over the iron rod, sparking a flurry of sparks and even some iron filings kept breaking off.
Zhao Xing instinctively kicked out.
However, to his surprise, his kick was blocked.
"Bang!"
Li Chen's leg collided fiercely with Zhao Xing's, resulting in a deep, muffled sound, with throbbing pain radiating from their shins.
