Trump Card

The distance was too close, and the incoming attack was too quick! It was even faster than the earlier stab!

Wang Zhong was completely unable to see which direction the sword shade was piercing towards, and was even unable to catch a glimpse of the sword shade! The only thing he felt was a sense of danger; a premonition of something terrible that was going to happen.

A searing heat swept across his face. Despite only coming into slight contact with his skin, it left a long welt on his face. Furthermore, the terrifying force caused Wang Zhong's centre of gravity to shift, sending him flying back.

With a shudder, the rapier twisted, before it was thrusted out once again.

The 2nd strike! Dragon's ascent to the heavens!

The Sword Qi appeared once again!

Wang Zhong subconsciously brought his sword up to parry!

Ding!