Zhuo Shaoren, with a pair of blades in hand, cleaved out countless blade shadows. They flowed like storm surges, one wave upon another, continuously crashing against the Chixiao Sword.
As Michael had predicted, he aimed for the weakness represented by the Chixiao Sword.
This strike was not intended to severely injure Michael, but to first cripple his Chixiao Sword.
A humming sound resonated from the Chixiao Sword, almost as if crying in anguish.
Realizing that something was wrong, Michael desperately reduced the enormous force being transmitted into the Chixiao Sword and retreated a certain distance.
Even so, a chill remained in his heart after examining the Chixiao Sword.
A crack appeared on the sword, an obvious fissure. With only a few more strikes, it's bound to break into two pieces.
Seeing this, Zhuo Shaoren revealed a cruel smile and pressed his attack.