Instilling With Morales.

Shi Lang stood ten meters from Long Tian and asked, "Senior, how shall we proceed?" 

Long Tian thought and said, "Sword skills only. What do you say?" 

Shi Lang smiled and nodded. Then he watched Long Tian take out his spirit sword. The weapon was ordinary, but since they were competing regarding sword skills, this sword would suffice. 

Shi Lang took out a similar low-grade sword and assumed their battle stance. One elder from the side said, "Begin." 

Two men, one old and another young, rushed at each other, holding cold swords. They did not waver, nor did they have any fear in their gazes. The battle had begun even before they wielded their swords. 

Shi Lang smiled as the blades connected and loud sounds echoed in the surroundings. They did not recoil because they were moving swiftly as they clashed. The blades flickered through the void. Sparks were the only things left behind in the void.