"It seems the katana you've acquired is quite a famous blade," Lin Kuang said calmly, looking at Inoue Kenta.
"Indeed. However, the sword in your hand appears to be even more formidable," Inoue Kenta said with a grim expression, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
"Bring it on."
Lin Kuang spoke indifferently and dashed forward. The Nameless Sword in his hand flickered as its sharp tip aimed directly at Inoue Kenta's throat. In response, Inoue Kenta swiftly retreated, his katana slashing horizontally toward Lin Kuang's waist.
Lin Kuang paused, retreating slightly. In the next instant, he lunged forward again, sweeping his Nameless Sword horizontally toward Inoue Kenta's neck. Inoue Kenta moved again, dodging the attack, and slashed down with Zuo Feng toward Lin Kuang's shoulder.
Lin Kuang let out a cold laugh and sidestepped, causing Zuo Feng to miss its mark. Immediately after, Lin Kuang attacked again, his Nameless Sword sweeping toward Inoue Kenta's waist.
