He swung his Heavy Sword, stomped hard with his heel, and leapt into the air like a crashing Star Hammer, slashing down heavily towards Liu Muye's head.
The wild Sword Qi made Liu Muye's sleeves ripple on their own without any wind.
Liu Muye calmly and unhurriedly reached out his hand.
Clang!
Chen Long's Heavy Sword was flicked away.
Chen Long immediately twisted his waist and retreated a zhang away.
He stared dumbfounded at the Heavy Sword embedded in the ground, unable to believe that the opponent had disarmed him with just two fingers.
Liu Muye, exuding an aura of effortless authority, said, "Pick up your sword and try again!"
...
"Try again."
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"Is this all you've got, Chen Long?"
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"You can't even hold your sword—what talk is there of revenge?"
...
Ji Li and Si Snake were watching the entire fight.
Ji Li forgot to even show off his usual flair: "Snake, do you think Chen Long's getting beaten up a bit too badly?"
