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Yan Kong's figure suddenly spun around, his movements like a whirlwind stirring up dust. The dagger in his hand struck fiercely as he twirled, the blade's cold light slicing through the air in intersecting arcs. The sharp attacks, accompanied by an overwhelming speed, left onlookers breathless.
In an instant, a dagger shot from his hand like lightning, aimed directly at Bing Lie with a swift and cunning assault. Bing Lie tilted his head slightly, the blade grazing past his ear with a sharp whoosh. Almost simultaneously, Yan Kong swiftly drew a short sword from behind him, wielding both weapons as he closed in on Bing Lie.
The combination of the two weapons created a completely different rhythm of attack. The long blade traced wide arcs, forcing Bing Lie to defend himself and attempting to disrupt his movements. Meanwhile, the smaller dagger lay in wait on the other side, its range shorter but each strike as precise and lethal as a snake's strike, ready to exploit any opening for a fatal blow.
Yan Kong's offensive became increasingly unpredictable; the coordination of the long and short blades was like a tempest and gentle rain—one side applying overwhelming pressure with the short sword while the other lay in wait for an opportunity to strike at a vital point. His movements were almost otherworldly, each step designed to tear apart Bing Lie's defenses.
Bing Lie remained calm, his steps retreating steadily as he skillfully evaded each advance of the short sword, maintaining just the right distance. Every attack from Yan Kong was like a ripple on water—creating waves but failing to touch the core hidden beneath. His footwork flowed like a stream, each motion precise without excess; he didn’t even draw his sword but relied solely on body angles and footwork to completely neutralize Yan Kong’s assaults.
"Do you think you can disrupt my rhythm like this?" Bing Lie said coolly, his voice steady as the cold winds of deep winter.
Yan Kong gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes as the fighting spirit within him intensified. "Then let’s see how fast you can dodge!" He suddenly accelerated, bringing the short sword down towards Bing Lie's head while thrusting the dagger swiftly towards his waist from another angle. The two blades struck simultaneously, sealing off all of Bing Lie's escape routes.
But in that critical moment, Bing Lie lightly stepped back, tilting his body as both weapons crossed harmlessly in front of him without even brushing against his clothing. His figure dissipated like smoke within the range of attack, leaving Yan Kong grasping at air once more.
Bing Lie keenly seized the opening; as Yan Kong's weapons crossed in their assault, he lunged forward with one step, driving his elbow like a hammer into the gap between them and striking directly into Yan Kong's chest. The blow was swift and powerful, forcing Yan Kong to stagger back several steps, leaving long marks on the ground beneath him.
"Your swordplay is too chaotic—just like your heart," Bing Lie said coldly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable sharpness. He raised his gaze slightly, eyes piercing like blades as they locked onto Yan Kong. "Confused and unaware."
Yan Kong wiped at the corner of his mouth, defiance and fervor shining in his eyes. He paid no heed to Bing Lie’s assessment; instead, he grinned widely, eyes glinting with battle intent. "No matter what you say, my blade will make you remember!"
He suddenly hurled his weapons into the air; the dagger and short sword glinted under the sunlight like shooting stars heading towards Bing Lie. Almost simultaneously, Yan Kong swiftly drew a Great Sword from behind him. The sound of metal unsheathing echoed through the air as if even the surrounding wind was suppressed by the immense aura of this massive blade.
"Come on, let me show you what true power is!" Yan Kong roared, swinging the Great Sword with a fierce motion. The blade sliced through the air like the claws of a ferocious beast, striking down towards Bing Lie with an unstoppable arc.
The tip of the sword crashed into the ground, unleashing a deafening sound that reverberated through the area. The force of the blade stirred up dust and debris, creating waves that surged like a thousand roaring tides. A violent gust of wind swept outward, causing even the spectators nearby to take several steps back, fearing they might be caught in the chaos.
Bing Lie lightly tapped his foot and ghosted out of the sword's attack range. He stood a short distance away, his clothing billowing in the fierce wind, yet his expression remained calm as if Yan Kong's strike was nothing but futile.
Yan Kong panted heavily, gripping the Great Sword tightly, his gaze locked onto Bing Lie with a mix of frustration and fervor. "Why are you dodging? Come at me again!"
With a furious shout, Yan Kong raised the Great Sword once more, bringing it down like a mountain pressing down upon him. The blade cut through the air, sending forth a whirlwind of energy. This time, his swing was even more ferocious; the massive shadow of the sword nearly engulfed Bing Lie's entire area, forcing him to continuously evade in search of any remaining safe spaces.
Bing Lie weaved through the attacks with precision, moving like a leaf dancing in a storm—light yet stable. However, Yan Kong's assault was relentless like a flood breaking its dam, growing more intense with each strike. The Great Sword slammed into the ground repeatedly, each blow sending up clouds of rubble and dust, leaving deep scars on the earth.
"Stand still!" Yan Kong bellowed, sweat dripping down his forehead as warnings flashed frantically in his Brain-Computer: "Overload detected; immediate cessation recommended!" Yet Yan Kong ignored these alerts completely. He quickly grabbed a stimulant from his waist and forcefully injected it into his thigh. In an instant, he felt as if he had been ignited; an immense surge of energy coursed through his body.
"Come on, let's see you try again!" Yan Kong's smile grew increasingly maniacal as he wielded the Great Sword with newfound agility. What had once been a cumbersome blade now moved in his hands like an ordinary Daito, its speed dazzling to behold. The blade traced silver arcs in the air, accompanied by sharp gusts of energy that engulfed everything around him like a frenzied tornado.
Bing Lie's movements quickened further, yet his gaze remained calm as he seemed to observe every flaw in Yan Kong's attacks. Meanwhile, Yan Kong paid no heed to this; the stimulant continuously awakened his potential, making each strike faster and heavier than the last as if he were willing to do anything to crush the person before him.
With both hands gripping the hilt of the Great Sword tightly, Yan Kong resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption; power surged within him as his muscles tensed to their limits. He let out a roar and concentrated all his strength into his arms before thrusting forward with all his might. The tip of the Great Sword shot through the air like a sharp lightning spear aimed directly at Bing Lie.
"Boom!" The sword tip struck heavily into the ground with an ear-splitting impact that echoed across the battlefield as if the earth itself were lamenting. The blade was razor-sharp and effortlessly cleaved through the surface, unleashing tremendous force that cracked open deep fissures in the ground. Debris and dust scattered like a storm while thick smoke enveloped everything around them, obscuring visibility in an instant.
Yan Kong did not stop there. Using the reaction force from embedding his sword into the ground, he pushed off with both feet and launched himself into the air like an arrow shot from a spring. He fully exploited the flexibility and resilience of the Great Sword as his body traced a perfect arc through space. He spun gracefully in mid-air, moving fluidly like a hawk soaring above its prey.
The effects of the enhancer were vividly manifested at this moment. Yan Kong's movements were precise and fierce, with data from the Brain-Computer flashing rapidly in his vision, calculating the optimal angles for attack and points of force explosion. He shouted, "Take this!" as he exerted his strength once more, forcefully pulling the blade buried deep in the ground. The earth cracked beneath him, and debris flew in all directions.
The Great Sword was raised high above his head, its blade glinting with blinding light under the sun, resembling a burning meteor descending from the heavens. He adjusted his posture mid-air, his arm muscles taut as if filled with searing power. Then, with a thunderous momentum, he brought the sword crashing down toward the ground!
"Boom—!" The moment the blade struck the earth, a tremendous shockwave erupted, sending a gust of air sweeping outward. The ground was blasted into a massive crater. The deafening roar shook everyone’s eardrums, and stones and dust scattered like fireworks. The spectators on the battlefield gasped in astonishment; some even stumbled backward, unable to maintain their balance amidst the tremors.
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