"You'll face death!" Zhang Jun declared coldly.
Hearing this, instead of succumbing to anger, Long Tian grinned as he unsheathed his dark blade.
Without a mont's hesitation, he surged toward Zhang Jun with relentless speed. However, in his path, Zhang Jun hurled several seemingly insignificant stones that swiftly transford into massive projectiles, hurtling at Long Tian even faster.
Long Tian deftly dodged the onslaught of colossal stones, displaying nimble and agile movents that brought him ever closer to Zhang Jun.
As the distance diminished, the relentless barrage of large stones ceased. Gripping his dark blade with unwavering determination, Long Tian thrust the sword's tip directly at Zhang Jun's face.
Reacting swiftly, Zhang Jun stepped backward, but his eyes widened as the edge of the dark blade burst into black flas that erupted, engulfing him in a firestorm. The flas seared his face, causing imdiate and excruciating pain.
"Arrkh!" he scread, panic setting in as he staggered backward.
The black flas stubbornly clung to his face, defying his attempts to extinguish them by patting his burning skin. The relentless inferno continued its rciless assault.
In the end, he relinquished his two greatswords, and his hands emanated a vibrant purple energy, which he then applied to his face, causing the black flas to dissipate.
However, Long Tian launched another assault with his dark blade, leaving Zhang Jun with no choice but to evade each calculated strike.
In each swing, Long Tian showcased exceptional skill and mastery. At this critical mont, one slash cut through the air with a sword-like effect, narrowly missing Zhang Jun.
Long Tian halted, his expression dripping with disdain. "Co on, is this your ability? Disappointing," he sneered with a tinge of disgust.
Hearing this, Zhang Jun gritted his teeth, his face contorted with anger. He had never experienced such humiliation before.
"I will kill you!" he roared, charging straight toward Long Tian with bare hands.
Long Tian grinned, adrenaline pumping; he dropped his dark blade to the ground and faced Zhang Jun with bare hands.
As they closed in, Zhang Jun unleashed punches accompanied by a surge of purple energy.
Long Tian t them with regular punches, their strikes colliding, generating sparks of energy—a testant to the raw power they both wielded.
Zhang Jun felt as though he was striking an unyielding piece of iron.
Long Tian, with his martial spirit resembling Shen Long and hailing from a heavenly dragon origin, had skin akin to dragon scales that he could manipulate to be as resilient as desired.
The two engaged in a visceral brawl, showcasing nimble movents and precise, sharp punches. Both possessed exceptional talent and were endowed with inner strength, escalating the intensity of their clash.
With every fleeting mont, the confrontation continued to escalate, while Liu Qian observed from a distance.
In the heat of the mont, Zhang Jun unleashed a powerful punch, only to have Long Tian swiftly counter with a brutal jab to his neck. A searing pain erupted from the point of impact, coursing through Zhang Jun's entire body like a surge of high-voltage electricity.
The sensation left him montarily paralyzed, a captive to the excruciating aftermath of the precise and ruthless maneuver by Long Tian.
Long Tian, observing the situation, closed the distance and unleashed a flurry of razor-sharp punches.
*Thump!* The initial punch landed square on Zhang Jun's face.
*Thump!* The second blow struck his chest, forcing Zhang Jun to recoil a few steps.
Closing in swiftly, Long Tian poised himself for the next assault, while Zhang Jun wore a solemn expression.
With fists clenched, Long Tian delivered an uppercut, precision targeting Zhang Jun's chin, sending him soaring into the air.
Mid-flight, Zhang Jun suppressed the pain, gritting his teeth. Long Tian's earlier neck jab had pinpointed a vital area, severely hindering his mobility.
And just as Zhang Jun hovered in mid-air, Long Tian, in a sudden burst of movent, materialized near him.
Zhang Jun promptly regained balance, waving his hand and conjuring a burst of purple energy that compelled Long Tian to retreat.
Eventually, both adversaries landed gracefully, their intense gazes locked in a fierce confrontation.
Then, they surged toward each other once more, entering a high-speed clash with the echoes of their intense battle resonating through the air.
Liu Qian observed calmly and vigilantly, clearly leaning towards hoping for Long Tian's victory.
With each fleeting second, Long Tian and Zhang Jun clashed with weapons. Zhang Jun wielded dual greatswords, while Long Tian brandished the Darkblade.
The collision of swords created an unrelenting lody of warfare, seeming almost ceaseless.
Clank!
A single clash forced them to create a substantial distance between one another.
In this crucial mont, Long Tian stepped forward, unleashing a sword slash of darkness toward Zhang Jun.
Zhang Jun remained steadfast, preparing for the impending attack. As the strike drew closer, he shielded himself by positioning both greatswords in front, effectively fending off the attack.
Undeterred, he soared high towards Long Tian, who awaited the impending attack with patience.
As Zhang Jun closed in, his two greatswords suddenly magnified, growing hundreds of tis in both size and length.
Long Tian's eyes widened as he swiftly assud a defensive stance. However, before he could react, the two greatswords descended, creating a deafening collision and raising a cloud of dust.
Liu Qian's expression shifted to panic, but she remained silent, refraining from intervening.
When the dust settled, a clearer view revealed Long Tian holding one greatsword at bay with his Darkblade, while the other had inflicted a deep but not severe wound on his shoulder.
His expression remained serious as he resisted the force of the two massive greatswords, considering their substantial weight.
On the opposite side, Zhang Jun's expression turned grim, mixed with disbelief. He had been confident that his attack was flawless, one of his most potent techniques capable of cleaving opponents in two.
Yet, for Long Tian, it resulted in only a relatively minor injury.
In this situation, Long Tian blinked, alerting Zhang Jun, who promptly returned his greatswords to their normal size and turned, only to find nothing.
He swiftly turned again, only to be t with the dragon claws of Long Tian.
Claw!
"Aaaaarkh!" he scread in pain, clutching his face and stepping back frantically.
Blood flowed from the five deep claw marks on his face.
Long Tian, on the other hand, was panting but content. What he executed on Zhang Jun was a result of the ethereal clone technique he absorbed from the white tiger a month ago.
This ti, they faced each other, locked in a tense stare.
Zhang Jun's expression was stern, brimming with profound anger. "You are not fit for Qian'er; she belongs to !" he declared vehently.
"I've co across various individuals with diverse personalities. Among them are those who, when faced with failure, shift the bla to others for their own shortcomings. And here I stand, confronting precisely such an individual—a loser," Long Tian retorted, his tone oozing disdain and condescension.
Zhang Jun clenched his teeth, infuriated by Long Tian's words. "You have no idea of the force you're challenging. After this, I shall kill anything associated with you!" he vowed.
Long Tian's expression turned cold, emanating a murderous intent. In an instant, he surged forward, materializing right in front of Zhang Jun and seizing his neck.
"And I shall kill you now!"
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