Ye Wudao staggered backward, barely enduring Long Zhan's two ferocious strikes, his clothes stained with blood.
"You're doomed!" Long Zhan sneered triumphantly. "Wudao, you're a tenacious opponent. Do you have any last words? I might just grant them."
"Last words?" Ye Wudao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and placed his five fingers on the hilt of his blade. "Have you ever witnessed the power of a blade?"
"Arrogance!"
With those words, Long Zhan erupted in fury and unleashed a round of violent attacks!
"Dragon Roams the World, Third Style!"
Long Zhan channeled his full strength. A terrifying golden dragon claw descended, crushing everything in its path!
"The Grand Prince is sure to win!" Many onlookers, knowing the might of this strike, believed Ye Wudao had no chance.
But surprisingly, a faint smile curved Ye Wudao's lips. His fingers gripped the hilt, and he suddenly swung his blade!
"Dragon Prison Thunder Slash!"
