Ge Mang shattered the Double Arc Sword Qi, but instead of pressing his advantage, he pounded his chest fiercely and pointed at Wang Meng with his left hand. "I, Ge Mang, want to see what you're really made of!"
Wang Meng was a little surprised that his Double Arc Sword Qi had been shattered. But seeing the fervent, battle-hungry look in Ge Mang's eyes, Wang Meng suddenly smiled.
He remembered Zhang Xiaojiang once asking him why he loved fighting so much.
Back then, Wang Meng had simply felt that life was too boring. Only in battle could he truly feel alive.
Some people are born to fight.
On the Dueling Platform, the Master seemed to smile. The ordinary Long Sword in his hand pointed diagonally toward the ground, and then the blade flashed.
Two streams of Sword Qi shot out, one to the left and one to the right.
...Two streams of Double Arc Sword Qi!
...A third... and a fourth...
'Damn, is that even possible?'
'Is this guy going to spam curved attacks until one of them dies?'
