Staring at the sword point right before his eyes, Liang He knew his only option was to fight to the death. He said no more, hastily raising his saber and holding it horizontally before him. He aimed the flat of the blade at Zhou Fan, at the incoming sword tip, and pushed forward with all his might!
CLANG!
The next moment, the tip of the sword struck the flat of the saber. The immense recoil sent Liang He stumbling back several steps until his back slammed into a pillar, bringing him to a stop.
PFFT! Liang He spat out a mouthful of blood, both of his arms trembling. His eyes filled with utter disbelief as he stared at the saber in his hands.
A deep indentation from the sword had appeared on the flat of the blade. Though it hadn't been pierced, cracks were radiating outward from the mark, as if the saber had reached the end of its life and could no longer withstand another blow.
