Ken hefted his heavy sword horizontally.
"Come on!"
The crowd automatically parted, leaving Ken standing alone in the center of the training hall's space.
There were no longer any barriers between Mu Fan and him.
Lu Qingxue watched coldly from the side.
Redemption First Stage—Fanatic Cutting!
The sounds of the wind grew stronger and stronger.
Seeing that nearly shadowless heavy sheathed sword,
The crowd gasped in astonishment.
"What kind of sword move is this? He's almost making a spectacle out of the sword sheath."
"I've never seen swordplay without gripping the handle!"
"I don't know, let's see how he does against Ken. If he wins, I have nothing to say."
Mu Fan stood erect, with the phantom of the sword wheel whirling beside his hand.
When his gaze, full of combativeness, met Ken's, he stamped his foot heavily.
He struck out furiously!
His figure shot out like a dragon.
