Chapter 55: A swordsman, even knowing it is death, will never retreat

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue were both Late Stage Grandmaster martial artists; the speed of their exchange was extremely fast.

They left behind trails of afterimages and flashes of white light in the air.

Many martial artists whose realms were insufficient could not see the exchange at all; they could only hear the sound of long swords clashing.

But this did not hinder the passion of these martial artists watching.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant; the duel between two top swordsmen makes one's blood boil!"

"Brother, you're so excited, but can you really see how they are attacking?"

"Haha... it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter; being able to feel the momentum is enough!"

"..."

Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang could barely keep up with the speed of the exchange between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue.

"This is the first time I've seen Ximen Chuixue attack so fiercely."

"It seems only a good swordsman can stimulate the potential of another good swordsman."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed sincerely.

Usually, when he drank with Ximen Chuixue, he only felt the other's coldness; even when he struck, it was icy.

But this time, Lu Xiaofeng felt passion from Ximen Chuixue's sword.

"Fighting against a strong opponent is certainly important."

"But it is even more important to meet a good opponent."

"Ye Gucheng is clearly a good opponent for Brother Ximen."

"The speed of their attacks is getting faster and faster; even I am starting to lose sight of them."

Chu Liuxiang said with a smile.

Being able to see such a brilliant duel—this trip was not in vain!

"Just listening to the sound of the swords, I can already imagine how brilliant this duel is."

Hua Manlou said indifferently.

Although Lu Xiaofeng also felt the trip was worthwhile, he always felt this duel was very strange.

He had never figured out the motive behind Ye Gucheng issuing the challenge to Ximen Chuixue; this question had been troubling Lu Xiaofeng.

On Zhu Houzhao's side, he had been watching with great interest at first, but as their speed increased, he felt bored.

"Meaningless, truly meaningless; I can't even see how they are dueling. Why are they fighting so fast? Can't they slow down a bit and let me enjoy it properly?"

Zhu Houzhao said with great dissatisfaction.

He was here to watch a duel, not to listen to sounds.

Now that he couldn't even see their figures, why was he still staying here?

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the technique.

Zhu Wushi, Zhuge Zhengwo, and the others beside him could see it clearly.

They were also amazed at the brilliance of the battle between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue, and they even began to ask themselves: if it were them, at the Late Stage Grandmaster realm, could they achieve this?

"Your Majesty, do not worry."

"It won't be long before their speed drops."

"When that time comes, it will be the true life-and-death duel!"

Zhuge Zhengwo said indifferently.

Although the exchange between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue was very brilliant now, victory or defeat often hung in the balance of a single thought or a single move.

When the time came to truly decide the winner, both would stop and prepare for the final strike.

"The Marquis is right; they are about to make their final duel!"

Guo Juxia said.

He was a consultant for the Six Fan Gate and knew the affairs of the Jianghu clearly; he had even dueled many experts himself.

The more top-tier the duel, no matter how flashy the preceding battle was, in the end, only one move was needed to decide life and death!

Zhu Houzhao, hearing them say this, regained his interest.

He didn't care who lived or died; he only cared whether he enjoyed the show.

The discussions of the spectators did not affect the speed of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue's attacks.

To be precise, neither of them could hear what others were saying.

At this moment, they only had each other in their eyes!

Every move and style looked simple and ordinary, but hidden within were murderous intentions; one moment of carelessness, and one would die under the other's sword.

Neither held anything back; many palaces within the Forbidden City collapsed with a roar.

The ground was covered in shocking cracks.

Within a radius of five hundred meters, not a single building was spared; everything turned into rubble and ruins.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

After another round of exchanges, both retreated simultaneously.

"You are very strong!"

"Among the swordsmen I have met, you are the strongest!"

Ximen Chuixue said coldly.

Even after the intense battle just now, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

Even the tone of his voice hadn't changed!

"It is a pity that you are not the strongest swordsman I have encountered!"

"Even I, in front of that person, could not take a single move."

"If he wanted to kill me, in a head-on fight, I wouldn't even have the chance to draw my sword."

Ye Gucheng said with a calm gaze.

The person he spoke of was, naturally, Ying Ziyu.

"I really want to see the expert you speak of."

"You won't have the chance!"

After the two finished speaking, they said nothing more and began to adjust their states.

The next strike would be their strongest.

This strike would decide life and death!

The next strike will be their strongest strike.

With this strike, life and death shall be decided!