As the two wielded their blades and swords, Huang Ye danced like a butterfly among the flashing weapons, constantly dodging.@@novelbin@@

He silently recited the eight-character mantra in his heart, but it was his first time applying it in actual combat, and there were still points he couldn't quite grasp.

Damn it, these two must team up often; their coordination was perfect, with orderly offense and defense, leaving him very little room to dodge each time.

He could only respond cautiously, sometimes forced to switch to another footwork halfway through.

Exciting, this is what real training is about, teetering on the edge of life and death every second.

His understanding of footwork deepened, far surpassing the effects of his own practice.

Both were at the Martial King level; every slash and thrust was powerful, aiming for his vital points.

One misstep and it could cost him his life.

Before long, his body was grazed in several places by the blades and sword energy, but he dodged quickly, so the injuries weren't severe.

As he became more familiar with the footwork, the effectiveness of their combined attacks diminished.

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