"Such arrogance, boy. You've got courage," Deng Jiuxian said, momentarily stunned by Wen Qingye's words. He continued, "But for someone of your strength, you're far too conceited. It's an unlikable trait."
As soon as Deng Jiuxian spoke, he charged at Wen Qingye, his saber a blur. A flash of light, as swift as lightning, streaked through the air like a phantom.
CLANG!
Wen Qingye drew his One Thought Sword as well. As their weapons clashed, a brilliant shower of sparks erupted.
Instead of retreating, Deng Jiuxian advanced. The great saber in his hands moved with an almost magical grace. With a flick of his wrist, a blade of light flashed through the air, the edge instantly slashing toward Wen Qingye's chest.
DING!
A sword parried the attack—it was Wen Qingye's. Few had seen how he drew his blade; they only knew that just as Deng Jiuxian's saber appeared, Wen Qingye's sword was already waiting for it.
'What terrifying Swordsmanship!'
