“It’s seen through my sword dao!” Lu Yun gasped with shock as the specter of death loomed over him. His mind remained fixed on surprise, rather than the fear he should more logically feel at impending doom. The soldier had obtained a solid grasp on his sword dao!

Second stroke: Dragonsoar!

The second stroke was a precursor to the meaning behind the third stroke—he’d used the will of the third stroke to defeat the last enemy standing from the earlier round. To think that the soldier would reappear and this time, dismantle the move entirely!

Lu Yun shook, flaring cerulean light from his hand and shattering the blow aimed at his neck. He darted rapidly backward and deployed the Stellar Sword’s keen light to sweep away all soldiers in a whirlwind of death.

The Stellar...