Li Yuan asked like an old man chatting,
"Is this your peak form?"
Chi Xin stared at him intently,
"This time, I will see your moves clearly!"
He held the sword without edge or blade firmly in his hand.
Li Yuan said,
"If you lose this time, it's a dead end."
Chi Xin said heavily,
"Only the sword, I have no retreat. Show your full power!"
"Then let's begin."
"Aren't you changing your sword? The stone sword in your hand is only half left!"
"No need."
Chi Xin held his breath. The two almost drew their swords at the same time. This time, Chi Xin could see his own sword as well as Li Yuan's sword. In his eyes, it seemed as if time had slowed down considerably.
He could clearly see the tense posture of the muscles on the back of Li Yuan's hand, see the subtle changes in Li Yuan's facial expression.
Every speck of dust stirred by their movements, he could see them as clear as day.
"I see it, I see your sword trajectory! It's the same move?!"
