In this case, their footworks differed. One was powered through the speed of the output while the other depended on the might of it. Even though both techniques were very different, they brought the same effects and both fighters weren't very different in term of speed. If it had to be analyzed, maybe the challenger was a little faster but the difference was minute.

It became obvious that speed would not be the turning point of this match as they seemed very close to each other's level. Since it was not a race but a fight, ultimately, it would something else to decide the outcome of this battle.

They reached other right away and both unleashed their weapons towards the other. At this moment, the crucial step was distance. The sword might be slightly longer than the saber but the saber wider. From where to attack was the question they had to find the answer to.

As veterans and powerhouses, they had a firm grasp on such basics. Their weapons clashed with each other's creating a soundwave and dusting the entire arena. The force of the impact was tremendous and yet, neither of them budged an inch. Nor were the weapons even cracked.

Quickly, they retracted their weapons and brought them against the other once again. From then on, wave after wave of slashes were exhcanged between them both. Their speed and might shocking. Of course, they weren't just standing still. They kept moving, trying to reach a blind side or an opening in their opponent's techniques. With not much success from either side.

Only the ring seemed to be suffering from the battle as it broke everywhere they passed by. After some time and hundreds of exchanges, they separated. Throughout those exchanges, Jin hadn't seen anything. They had moved too fast. He could only see the air being torn and the arena destroyed along with hearing the deafening noises of the clashes.

To the crowd however, it was an intense battle that made their blood boiling. It had only been a light warm to the fighers though. They both used this light exchange to test the basics of their opponents. Even the prideful Yong-Yun had to acknowledge that his opponent wasn't a random trash. It was to be expected as not everyone could even reach that height on the path to cultivation. Some weren't even allowed to dream of it.

As such, he knew what was next. Enough of warming-up, it was time to finish this. He positionned his sword parallel to the ground and began to infuse his soul power profundly into the weapon. Bright yellow, orange and red flames began to erupt through tens of meters in a line with the sword at the epicenter. Then, just as they erupted, they retracted as if contained solely on the surrounding of the sword.

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Just from the intensity of this instant fire, the ground had been melted. To sustain this heat was proof of the man's power. And also the worth of his weapon.

But his challenger, just in the same manner, positioned his saber in a stance. His saber was held high and behind him, as if he could bring the heavens down along if he slashed it. However, he didn't slash but instead infused his own spiritual power. A brazier not inferior to the one shown by his opponent erupted before retracting and being contained around the saber.

From here on out, the true might of their powers would be displayed. They quickly reactivated their movement techniques and rushed. From here on out, Jin couldn't see anything but flashes of red fire and explosions. The arena was being destroyed beyond recognition. But no one cared. Instead, the fervor reached a new height as they all screamed like madmen. Even the refined ladies were not to be triffled with as their screams rang just as loud.

The two fighters were truly intertwined in a fierce battle. Slashing, piercing, erupting... They were bombarding their opponent with all their techniques and fire spiritual energy at close range. The melee was wild. But in every battle, there is someone stronger.

After thousands of exchanges, one received a cut to his upper torso while the other one saw one of his arm flew away. Yet, even after losing his arm, the poor challenger could only greet his teeth. It was his shame that he had been baited to attack non-lethally. He was forced to sacrifice an arm for this single cut that wasn't even deep.

And even worse was that the opponent was unrelenting, still madly, coldly and calmly charging at him. He remained as fierce as ever. It was already hard to fend that man off with two arms but with one? Not only had his sense of balance been impaired, the might of his strike fell by a very wide margin. From then, he was forced to be on the defensive.

The fight became harder and harder for him as he did his best to fend off the mighty swings of his enemy. Until, finally, his second and last remaining arm was cut off. At that time, he screamed in a hurry: "I surrender!"

As he saw the grey sword, filled to the brim with fire spiritual energy of extreme intensity, right next to his neck, to the point where he could feel the burn, sweat dripped down his back. He was cursing at his ignorance. As the sword retracted and all energy was taken back, the crowd erupted in cheers. Yong-Yun didn't even stay but left grumbling: "What a waste of time, fuck it"

Nam Kwang, now armless, fell on his ass. As he saw the back of his opponent leaving as if nothing happened, he could only cry internally. This guy was a true monster. To think there had been such a disparity in level even though they were at the same realm...

As he saw the man leave grumbling, his spirit crumbled. The man didn't look like he had even exercised. Not a trace of sweat was seen while he was drenched in his own. A lot of blood accompanied it. And as he looked at the spots where his arms had previously been, he couldn't retain the tears from falling down.

This fight had humiliated him and showed him how lacking and arrogant he was. Worst was that he would need at least a year to recuperate after healing his arms...