The buzzing of clashing metal echoed wildly through the parking lot. Murasame was vibrating; Diktator was roaring. Wave upon wave of piercing sound completely drowned out the senses.
After dozens of back-and-forth charges, the two finally separated. The ear-splitting hum finally vanished, and the parking lot fell silent once more.
Chu Zihang twisted his wrist, feeling an uncontrollable aching sensation in the web of his hand and near his pulse. He lowered his gaze to look at his sword. "Compared to your Diktator, my Murasame is indeed unsuited for this kind of brute-force collision."
Chapter 69