The two men’s intentions were remarkably similar, leading to a strange spectacle of combat. One pursued while the other fled, one attacked while the other defended, one thrust while the other dodged—the fight went back and forth with surprising symmetry. Had those present not been aware of the deep-seated enmity between them, they would have certainly assumed that Zhang Xinghe was merely going through the motions to help Zhao Wujiang train.
Their figures flickered incessantly amidst the swirling yellow sand. The crowd felt the wind turn even hotter and grew inexplicably restless.
Then, in the next moment, they saw Zhang Xinghe raise his arm and strike with his sword. The motion was as smooth as flowing water; the sword qi, like a breath of fresh air, swept away the floating sand and struck Zhao Wujiang directly.
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