As Frank and Silverbell's sword duel intensified, Maron grew more wary of either of them.

At the same time, he felt lucky he had never fought Frank directly... or he would end up a corpse already!

"Take this—Thousand Mile Burst!"

A blur shot down from the above.

Too fast for Frank to avoid, he had to raise his sword to parry in the heat of the moment.

Clang!

The silver beam shattered the sword even as Frank looked on, and it never stopped as it kept pressing toward Frank's face.

as he stepped backward, and he touched his forehead to feel blood welling out of a

hilt

she landed, her fingers twitching

mixed emotions at Frank before shaking her head. "It's the rule—anyone in any sect who can last twenty strikes from my blade earns their sect a place in

the floor, she sighed in disappointment. "And it's not as if

Swish.

sword, nodding calmly at Frank.

you." Frank nodded in turn, not denying it since it was the

of the best stepped into the ring, they pitted their skills and warrior's mind against each

a civilized time. Those without virtue could not hope to direct their sword to strike true, let alone cultivate their swordcraft

won, I hereby announce that Sage Lake Sect.

and dropped to the floor limply, her cheeks flushed and her breathing

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