Wu Gong gritted his teeth, not daring to respond, afraid that opening his mouth would disturb his focus and weaken his spirit. The saber in his hand grew more fierce, even carrying a hint of lightning, making his sword skill more vicious and increasing the speed.
"I wondered where you got your courage from. Turns out you only unleashed a bit of power from your Spiritual Ability. Even this half-baked fool dares to challenge me."
As he spoke, Zhao Sanqing braced against one of Wu Gong's strikes, causing a dull metallic crash. Wu Gong's saber was knocked up, and Zhao Sanqing rushed in, aiming a thrust at Wu Gong's lower body, which would surely shatter it if hit.
Wu Gong could only dodge, but that was Zhao Sanqing's feint. Suddenly he grabbed Wu Gong's wrist gripping the saber, and Wu Gong reacted swiftly, rotating the long saber to sweep obliquely at Zhao Sanqing's neck, causing him to lean back to dodge.
