CLANG—!!!
Following the fierce collision, the cyan sword light and the black claw shadow intertwined and exploded, sending both men staggering back.
Fang Han retreated seven steps, each one stamping a deep footprint into the hard ground, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from them.
You Xin fell back five steps, his feet carving deep furrows in the earth.
The two stood more than a hundred feet apart, facing each other from a distance.
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, his cyan robe whipping in the fierce wind. His breathing was slightly hurried, but his gaze remained as sharp as a blade.
You Xin's narrow eyes fixed on Fang Han. The indifference in his gaze was gone, replaced by a trace of undisguised gravity.
"To think you already possess such combat strength…"
You Xin spoke slowly, his voice low.
"I underestimated you."
Fang Han didn't respond.
