When Ling Fei broke through Zhao Chen's aggressive Wind Wave Sword, an uproar swept through the crowd.
At that moment, everyone gained a new appreciation for his strength.
This younger student could truly contend with the top five geniuses on the Earth List.
"Your Sword Momentum is powerful. You're a rare opponent," Zhao Chen said from atop the Watchtower Pillar. "But now, I'm going all out."
"Same here." Ling Fei's gaze was as sharp as a blade, his wild and tyrannical Sword Intent already coiled and ready to strike.
"In that case, allow me to show you the true power of my Wind Waves Swordsmanship!" Seeing that Ling Fei was also brimming with fighting spirit, Zhao Chen's eyes narrowed. A low voice escaped his lips as he shot toward Ling Fei, his long sword already a blur of motion.
Wind Wave Sword, First Form: Wind Rises, Waves Crest!
The low words echoed from Zhao Chen's mouth.
