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Zhang Tianfeng At the moment he stepped onto the stage, the scene suddenly fell silent, and all eyes were focused on him. His tall and straight figure, with deep and calm eyes, exuded a hint of pride. The spear in his hand shimmered like flowing light, emitting an unparalleled momentum.
The young swordsman was filled with vigilance, knowing well that Zhang Tianfeng was no ordinary opponent. He picked up his long sword, determined to launch an attack. The gazes of the two men met in the air, as if a silent battle had already begun.
Their swordsmanship is like lightning, each move carrying astonishing power, stirring up an earth-shattering momentum. Swords clash, sparks fly, and the airflow on the stage is violently stirred. The young swordsman is determined, knowing that this duel is crucial to his honor and pride.
Zhang Tianfeng's spear dances like the wind, his figure gracefully evading the sword light with agility. Each of his attacks is full of variation, forcing the young swordsman to constantly adjust his own swordsmanship. In his hands, the spear transforms into a beam of light, exuding a unique aura.
The young swordsman tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, trying to find an opening, but Zhang Tianfeng's swordsmanship was exquisite and unpredictable. His attacks were always easily dodged or deflected. The battle became a contest of skill and wisdom.
After a fierce exchange for some time, Zhang Tianfeng gained a slight advantage. Finding the right moment, a precise strike forced the young swordsman to step back, weakened. Realizing he was at a disadvantage, the young swordsman lowered his sword, signaling his surrender.
"I am Chen Fan, may I ask for your honorable name?" The young swordsman asked sincerely.
"I am Zhang Tianfeng, your swordsmanship is extraordinary. I hope we have the chance to exchange a few moves." Zhang Tianfeng responded with a smile, noticing that Chen Fan's swordsmanship, while not yet at its peak, already showed extraordinary potential.
Just as the atmosphere was beginning to relax, a man dressed in mysterious attire suddenly ascended the platform. His appearance was hazy and unclear, and as he smiled, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, as if he were playing some kind of game. Clad in a black robe that billowed in the wind, he exuded a dark aura. His tall and slender figure seemed extremely graceful, like a shadow in the night. His face was concealed by a black veil, revealing only a pair of deep eyes with pupils that seemed to shimmer like stars.
Beneath the veil, his delicate lips curved slightly, hinting at a mocking smile. His long sword hung from his waist, its slender blade adorned with intricate patterns on the scabbard, giving off an air of mystery.
The whole person exudes an elusive aura, as if he is a being from another world. Every one of his actions is filled with unique charm, making it difficult to predict his next move.
Both his appearance and atmosphere emit an incredible power, evoking a deep sense of fear and curiosity. He is like a mystery in the dark, waiting to be unraveled, yet filled with endless challenges and dangers.
"Zhang Tianfeng, can you give me some face and be friends with me?" His voice was flat with a hint of sarcasm. The mysterious man's gaze was deep, with a touch of strangeness. Zhang Tianfeng stared at him warily, sensing an elusive aura from the man, clearly not a simple opponent.
The mysteriously dressed man stepped onto the stage, and with each step, it seemed to create an illusion, instantly appearing in front of Zhang Tianfeng. Zhang Tianfeng's gaze became sharp in an instant, and he firmly grasped the spear in his hand, ready to face this challenge without hesitation.
The mysterious man smiled, the long sword in his hand gleaming with a faintly cold aura. He seemed in no hurry to attack, just lightly dancing the tip of the sword as if playing.
Zhang Tianfeng furrowed his brow slightly, sensing the extraordinary swordsmanship of this man, full of changes and strangeness. He was cautious and dared not take it lightly.
The battle began, and the mysterious man's swordsmanship was astonishing. His sword moves came and went unpredictably, like a ghost. Zhang Tianfeng focused all his energy on evading the opponent's attacks, his spear drawing streaks of light in the air, forcing the mysterious man to constantly adjust his swordsmanship.
However, the mysterious man's swordsmanship was unpredictable, with each move being unexpectedly victorious, making it difficult for Zhang Tianfeng to find an opening. He felt the pressure increasing, but he did not back down. Instead, it sparked his resilience and fighting spirit.
During the battle, the mysterious man's swordsmanship became more fierce, with the sword light appearing like an illusion and the attack relentless. Zhang Tianfeng widened his eyes, and every one of his reactions seemed crucial. He had to seize every opportunity to respond to the mysterious man's attacks.
As time passed by second by second, the battle entered a white-hot stage. Zhang Tianfeng's sweat soaked through his clothes, his breathing became rapid, but his gaze remained firm.
At this critical moment, Zhang Tianfeng suddenly released a powerful energy. His figure, like the wind, instantly blended into the surrounding environment. The mysterious man's sword movements slowed, as if sensing a hint of danger.
Then, Zhang Tianfeng's figure suddenly appeared beside the mysterious man, the spear in his hand flashing with electricity as it slashed toward the mysterious man's neck.
The mysterious man's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly defended himself. However, this time, Zhang Tianfeng's attack was unusually fierce, and the momentum of his spear was extremely sharp. At the moment when the sword and the spear clashed, a violent force erupted, causing the air on the stage to churn.
The mysterious man was forced to retreat a few steps, his expression becoming somewhat serious. He raised his head, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected Zhang Tianfeng to have such formidable combat strength.
Zhang Tianfeng stood still, breathing a bit rapidly, but his gaze remained firm. He knew that the battle was far from over.
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