Holding dual swords, with a longsword slung across his back.
Kong's aura surged, centering on him, a sharp Sword Qi enveloped all directions, as if forming a flattened spherical Sword Domain.
A blood-red, gigantic crescent-shaped Sword Light suddenly slowed down and lingered in front of Kong, accompanied by the drawing of his second longsword.
Clang—
Metallic sounds cried out, centering on Kong, within a radius of a hundred meters, several longswords buried in the dirt trembled slightly.
One sword,
The giant crescent-shaped Sword Light shattered like fragile eggshells.
Two swords,
Kong's other sword-wielding hand moved lightly, slicing through waves of ripples.
Nishimura's complexion changed drastically—he slashed out a hundred times instantaneously, but kept retreating, shattering the ground beneath him, his hands trembling. The slightly damaged blood-red tachi snapped with a ping—the blade now reduced to only a hilt and a fragment of the blade.
