The Wind and Fire Sword Art

"Chen Feng, if blame is to be placed, it can only be on your past brilliance. If you were to rise again, surpassing our generation, then we truly wouldn't have a chance!"

"So this time, you must lose!"

The two spoke coldly.

Chen Han wielded his sword, a burst of cold light erupted, and with a flick of his finger, sword energy burst forth, razor-sharp.

He took the initiative.

Without any pause, the long sword hummed, and in their sight, the sword light was like a torrential rain, extremely swift. In an instant, it came slashing, the edge of the sword energy cutting through the air, emitting a crisp sound.

"It’s not late to give up now! Surrender!"