Since this was the first time Shangguan Fei had ever formally competed in kung fu with others, he was actually more nervous than if he had encountered an unavoidable enemy. He stopped a dozen steps away and assumed an attacking posture, hoping to end the fight with one punch.
"You are more formidable than him," Shangguan Fei kept whispering to himself.
Yang San, double sabers in hand, despised his timid opponent, but he didn't lower his guard. The grandson of the Khan had been smashed away with one punch, and even if his kung fu was mediocre, the attacker's internal energy should not be taken lightly.
As the two sabers slowly spun like a windmill's blades they buzzed with a low whistling sound; Yang San pressed forwards at Shangguan Fei step by step.
Shangguan Fei suddenly completely lost his confidence. He could find no openings to attack as Yang San's body was fully covered behind his dual sabers.