Salute To The General

Fang grabbed a specially made Chanaean sword from a soldier next to him, then strode toward Wafu.

The two of them stopped five meters away while facing each other.

In an indifferent tone, Fang ordered, "Draw your sword. Let's fight."

Wafu subtly nodded and unsheathed his katana with a click. He held it with both hands and aimed it at Fang as he murmured, "Let's fight." Fang yelled, "Come on!"

He proceeded to charge forward, leaving vivid afterimages behind as he darted toward Wafu.

His style of combat was adopted from the military, and he liked to keep it simple. His moves were straightforward but as fierce as they could be. The sword in his hand glinted and went straight for Wafu's throat.

Wafu's pupils enlarged. The lightning-fast movement of Fang's blade seemed to have slowed down abruptly.

Right after that, he swung his katana.

It barely managed to block the sword and a crisp sound was heard.

Both Fang and Wafu trembled before taking a few steps back.

There were shocked looks in their eyes.

They realized they had underestimated each other.

For the first time, Fang's gaze hardened into a serious one. "I see you've got some skills. I'm just a tiny bit surprised."

There was a somber look in Wafu's eyes as well. "So, that wasn't enough to shock you. Let's go again."

He proceeded to make a swift movement and whizzed over to Fang. The blade of his katana glistened as he swung it down on Fang.

as swift as

regular elite would have panicked and lost their

however, was totally silent and calm. In the face of his opponent's blade, which was about to slice into him, he withdrew his

loud clang as the sword blocked Wafu's

smile. "Have you ever seen the cherry blossoms

that, Fang was stunned for

that he noticed that the scene before him

around him grew distant, and everyone

the midst of countless cherry

growing on the branches fluttered down along

sight to behold. One of the first flowers to

was off. He quickly turned away to dodge it, but he was

en

instant, it was as if a blade had slashed through his skin. Fresh

was both startled and

what was going on. He wasn't in a forest of cherry blossom trees at all. Instead, it was all a trick of the eye

in Wafu's hand shimmered and created hundreds or even thousands of reflections as it plunged down on Fang. That skill was Wafu's trump card-Cherry

saw Wafu use his trump card,

had slain countless elites using that

Nathan and his men saw what was going on, they couldn't help but frown.

that Fang had been mystified by Wafu and even shed the first drop of blood at his enemy's blade. Even so, Fang had walked

he was certainly

Fang was able to remain at the border of the North for so many years, his

to his senses and

a low