Chapitre 120: Goodwill Tournament (3)

Clack!

Shen Tianyu's wooden sword did indeed come in contact with Ke Qingyan's. But that seemingly carefree and light counterattack contained more strength than he could predict. Even though he blocked the blow from landing on his body, the force behind it still pushed him back further than he had planned, black skid marks and smoke from the friction of the shoes surfacing on the stage. Ke Qinyan revealed a shocked expression as he held his sword in place, looking at his opponent with wide eyes. He quickly regained his composure and stepped back a few steps. They once again entered a stalemate.