บท 158: Final Push Part Five

The screeching flying sword pierced through the air while raising the crimson soil of the fighting platform. The fight had turned into a moment of life and death in a split second. He hadn't even had time to deal a blow to the barehanded white clothed youth that the flying sword had flown to rescue its master, ready to parry any attack.

The instant he knew that stopping his sword strike would end his own life, he decided to change the trajectory of his blow to change his fate. Instead of aiming for a clean slash through his neck, he changed the angle with a movement of his wrist and rotated his ankle and waist in an instant.