Bang! Bang! Bang!
Blades of sword qi incessantly hammered the ground, creating countless craters, stirring up dust, while Wang Xu moved like a phantom amidst the bombardment of sword qi.
"Little guy, give up now, you have no chance of winning!" Qing Zhun shouted loudly, continuously wielding the snow-white broadsword in his hand.
Wang Xu remained silent and focused on evading.
Qing Zhun was clever, using his advantage of treading the air to persistently attack Wang Xu. For him, the consumption of sword qi was substantial, but Qing Zhun had long prepared plenty of energy recovery agents, allowing him to sustain for a long time.
Some might think Qing Zhun was disgracing himself by relying on such methods to deal with a Tier Eight student, while being a venerable, but in Qing Zhun's eyes, there was no face in a fight, only life and death!
If you die, no matter how loudly you argue, it's useless.
Alive, you're the victor, you have the say!
