Chen Renzhong's knife hadn't weakened in the slightest and burst out of the water, its speed mounting even higher once free of resistance. The eighth-level momentum, no longer cushioned by water, erupted unabashedly.
However, Pei Ye was no longer in the water either.
As soon as their weapons crossed, the young man loomed behind Chen Renzhong like a wraith, his longsword grazing the heavy blade to produce a drawn-out note, shifting from clear to harsh. Every drop of water on the weapons followed the sword stream, and the formidable force of the heavy knife was silenced and dissipated.
The longsword finally awaited its master's command, revealing [Cold Flute]'s profound mystery for the first time in this battle.
Chen Renzhong immediately relaxed his grip and dropped his knife, saving the strength that would have been wasted, trying to disengage from the sword. But his movements, as if anticipated by the young man, met the most resolute attack the moment he withdrew his energy.