Chapter 15: Accepting the Challenge
Zhuang Yu was so frightened that his face turned pale. Unable to tell truth from illusion, he only felt two sharp sword intents locking onto him at the same time.
In his panic, he rapidly retreated, both hands moving without pause as he set up layer upon layer of wind walls and lightning nets in front of himself, trying to block the attack.
The two “He Shi’an” swords almost simultaneously pierced through the wind walls and lightning nets.
“Puff! Tear!”
The sword light on the left only entered the wind wall by a few inches before dissipating, stirring up a burst of turbulence; it had clearly only been a phantom image. However, the sword light on the right was incomparably solid, silver light flickering, as it pierced through the wind wall and tore apart the lightning net like a hot knife through butter! The cold star at the tip of the sword was already pressing toward Zhuang Yu’s chest!
Zhuang Yu had nowhere to dodge. He could only grit his teeth and condense all of his remaining spiritual power into a tiny blue-violet shield placed before his chest.
“Clang!”
A crisp impact rang out. The tiny shield flashed violently, then finally let out a mournful cry as fine cracks appeared on its surface.
Zhuang Yu only felt an immense force surge into him, as though his chest had suffered a heavy blow. He was thrown backward, tumbling several times in midair before barely landing at the edge of the arena. He staggered a few steps before steadying himself. A trace of sweetness rose in his throat, but he forcibly suppressed it, though his face had already gone deathly pale.