Shi Dang's eyes widened, his shock growing with every exchange.
'Am I going to lose my very first match?'
He roared and brandished his broadsword, the blade stirring up a vicious, howling wind as he swept and chopped madly in all directions.
But it was useless.
Though his attacks had a wide range and immense power, he lacked speed and agility. Each of his mighty, heavy-handed slashes only managed to strike the afterimages Qin Feng left behind.
Then, he was jabbed by the tip of Qin Feng's spear, which pursued him like a persistent plague.
Shi Dang took a deep breath, wisely abandoning his assault to raise his broadsword in defense once more.
The spear moved like a dragon, and its clashes with the broadsword sent sparks flying.
"CLINK! CLINK! CLANG! CLANG!"
The sound of metal striking metal was incessant.
