At the cool touch of the blade on his neck, Wang Yuanchao twisted his neck and bent over, landing a solid punch in Song Xingchen’s abdomen.

Song Xingchen didn't expect Wang Yuanchao to strike back, but his reaction time remained unparalleled, deftly shoving Wang Yuanchao and simultaneously stepping back. Their limbs entangled with each other in a fierce fight, dazzling my eyes with the afterimage of their rapid fists.

Suddenly there was a glint of cold light that expeditiously travelled towards Wang Yuanchao's neck. They remained still in their positions, just like two Japanese samurai in a duel.

I was worried that he might kill Wang Yuanchao, but a closer look revealed that a mere piece of cloth had been cut off from the neckline of Wang Yuanchao’s shirt. Song Xingchen sliced his sword through the air and placed it back into the scabbard, his moves every bit...