Little Peng King felt humiliated, seeing the opponent before him, who didn't even draw a sword, arrogantly challenge him with just a water sword pulled from the water.
He couldn't have won so many rounds just by luck.
A piercing cry shattered the void.
Those watching didn't see what happened; they just saw Little Peng King transform into a golden streak, slashing down past Long Fei's eyes.
His claws were as sharp as a sword.
His speed was as quick as lightning, using his claws to grab Long Fei, tearing through the air like a longsword slashing down.
The void trembled, and the water's surface echoed with a hum, splitting hundreds of meters on both sides.
Boom!
With an explosive sound, Long Fei drew his sword.
The Sword Qi rang out; though condensed from lake water, it shone as if made from divine iron, radiating fierce power.
The white sword light clashed with Little Peng King's claws.
The void exploded, the lake's surface trembling along with it.
