Klink's Swordsmanship Part 1

"Who are you?" The man with the hoarse voice retreated a few meters away and asked. He had the appearance of a middle-aged man.

When he blocked against Klink's sword, he felt his strength was equal. Not to mention, he hasn't seen the cultivation of Klink.

"Supreme Sword Sect Elder Klink, swordsman: Begs for a Defeat" Klink put his sword back to the sheath and crossed his fist, introducing himself in a polite manner.

Although his actions were polite, his words weren't. Seeing that baby face of Klink, their eyebrows rose up with anger flashing in their eyes.

Klink was a human which was naturally their enemy and his words were very arrogant.

"Humph! Swordsman or not, you are going down." The hoarse voice came out of that man's mouth. 

Suddenly, his hands erupted with spiritual energy. Two giant hands were formed out of spiritual energy, when both of these hands moved towards Klink, they knuckled their fingers and formed two fists.