While Bai Qiang remained calm, Hong Liang looked like he was about to explode. Thee man growled as he gripped his weapon, a colossal greatsword that exuded power and solidity. Its hilt was bound in rich crimson leather. The guard was adorned with elaborate engravings of earth and stone motifs.
Wu Jian raised an eyebrow. The Crimson Swords specialized in quick-draw techniques, so he wondered how this man could belong to them when he used a weapon so ill-suited to their style.
Guess I’ll find out. Here he comes.
Hong Liang’s massive frame belied his speed. The man quickly closed the distance between them in less than a second. He stopped right in front of Wu Jian, hand gripping his sword, feet spread wide. Powerful energy like lightning danced along the sword as he drew it from its sheath. It happened in a split second. Wu Jian barely had time to raise his sword to block.
[Terra Flash]