Infinite Mask Game.

The power of eternal night covered the blade, and Wei Miao raised the blade high, pretending to slash.

As the mysterious man raised his sword, the blade suddenly changed direction and slashed towards his waist and abdomen.

A classic feint, using a stance to confuse the opponent's block but unexpectedly changing direction.

In a battle of skills, when physical abilities are roughly equal, the competition comes down to strategy and reaction time.

If one side is faster and stronger, then there's no need for any special techniques; a basic attack is all it takes to unleash a powerful move.

The mysterious man skillfully lowered his sword, using a hanging defense to parry the blow.

At the point of contact between the weapons, golden-black mental energy and the power of eternal night surged and canceled each other out.

Taking advantage of her energy level, Wei Miao was superior, leaving some mottled black marks on the blade of her two-handed sword, while Ye Cai remained pristine.

The Seven Sects' speed is at least ten times faster than that of ordinary people. Those who are not strong enough cannot even see their moves clearly.

In the short span of a breath, the two had exchanged blows dozens of times, their killing intent palpable.

Neither of them was familiar with the other's style, so after testing each other's moves a few times, they roughly got a feel for each other's moves.

Wei Miao felt deeply troubled.

Because her opponent was no less skilled than her and handled the situation with ease. At the same time, she was even slightly better physically than her.

The strike was powerful and fast.

Fortunately, she had assistive devices.

Fu Zhouwen, who was watching the battle, became more and more astonished. In his opinion, the mysterious man's swordsmanship was extremely profound, even stronger than his own so-called sword immortal skills!

Although the chief eunuch was skilled with a sword, he shouldn't have been able to withstand the attack for so long without sustaining any injuries.

Yet, he would often strike with divine inspiration, effortlessly deflecting his opponent's unexpected moves.

I've only heard that the Chief Eunuch's swordsmanship is extremely offensive, but I've never heard that he's a master of defense.
Could it be that eerie blood-red eye that can see through sword moves?

Everything is left to the speculation of the crowd.

Wei Miao appeared to be evenly matched with the mysterious man, but only she knew the pressure she was under.

Although the mysterious man is strong, he has not yet transcended the scope of the Seven Sects, and his future vision with the Cross-shaped double pupils can take effect.

When she has foresight, the information is directly fed back to her mind. Therefore, she can quickly predict the intention and trajectory of the next sword strike and react accordingly.

Her claim of being experienced is false; the other person's experience is real.

However, this greatly depletes physical strength and the power of the cross-shaped double pupils.

She can rely on her future vision for a while, but not for long.

Suddenly, the mysterious man deftly stepped back, dodging her diagonal slash. Seizing the slight opening before the blade could return to its defensive position, he gracefully delivered a long-planned thrust.

The sword gleamed with a blazing, deep golden-black light, passing above Night Slash.

The accumulated aura suddenly exploded, with both mind and strength poured into this single thrust.

With a powerful and awe-inspiring presence, this sword strike unleashed a majestic and unstoppable momentum, like a raging dragon soaring from the blazing sun, advancing relentlessly and determined to pierce through the heart.

His surging inner energy illuminated the small space, highlighting his extraordinary power.

Wei Miao subconsciously thought: "The legendary unity of man and sword?"

Her spirit and energy were inseparable from the sword's aura. This sword strike used the power of her spirit to lock onto her.

Impeccable, inescapable. The overwhelming sense of oppression can drive even the most resilient to despair.

A sense of crisis was overwhelming; all the previous deadly moves combined couldn't compare to the threat of this one sword strike.

If this sword were to pierce her body, even if not a vital spot, the subsequent bombardment of mental energy and sword energy would be enough to shatter her internal organs. A single, alluring tear of blood trickled from the corner of her double-pupiled eye.

In a future filled with countless deaths, she seemed to glimpse a glimmer of hope.

He flipped the longsword in his hand, putting all his strength into the hilt. As the blade slid, he used the ring guard to catch the blade and lifted it diagonally upwards as much as possible.

The overflowing mental energy carried invisible sword energy, which, through the gauntlet, scraped her left hand until it was covered in blood, with several wounds so deep that the bone was visible.

Counterintuitively, she was unable to deviate from the sword's trajectory even slightly.

The balance of that thrust was infused with so much power that she could not easily shake it.

But Wei Miao used the force in her hands to push her body in the opposite direction.

She knew perfectly well that she couldn't avoid the sword strike; the only thing she could change was where the sword tip would pierce through.

Everything happened in an instant.

Finally, the sword pierced her left shoulder, going straight through without any resistance.

The combined mental energy and sword energy erupted at the wound.

Like a faucet exploding, blood and flesh splattered out, soaking half of the mysterious man's body and the entire sword.

The excruciating pain spread throughout my body.

Wei Miao remained expressionless, suppressing the instinctive convulsions of her body. Her handguard remained pressed against the sword to prevent her opponent from severing her left arm.

A corrosive curse flowed through her blood. She had tried her best to mobilize the power of eternal night that she could control, gathering it in her left shoulder to suppress the attacks of sword energy and mental power with its corrosive and annihilating properties, and to control her injuries.

The mysterious man was somewhat surprised. His sword strike failed to cut half of his opponent's body into pieces as he had expected, and was instead blocked by her peculiar "mental power" once again.

Corroded blood, mixed with the power of eternal night, flowed along the sword under Wei Miao's deliberate control.

The sword's power had been unleashed once, but due to the influence of the Eternal Night, it had not yet been fully replenished, and its strength was not as great as before.

Night Judge unleashed the power of Eternal Night that he had accumulated before, and his blade energy burst forth.

Ignoring her injuries, Wei Miao forcefully severed the two-handed swords with a single thrust.

The sword, formed from the power of the heart and soul, which had pierced her body, was quickly annihilated by the power of eternal night, mediated by her blood, after losing the support of the mysterious man's heart and soul.

She had a hole the size of a bowl on her left shoulder, a bloody mess, a horrific injury, and her left arm was almost completely immobile.

The mysterious man loosened his grip, letting the broken sword be completely corroded and evaporated, and then used his hand as a katana to stab towards her chest.

At such close range, it's difficult to return the blade to its original position.

Blood and tears also dripped from the corner of the other eye of the double pupils. The two superimposed pupils were weak and separated, looking somewhat lifeless. Accompanied by waves of stinging pain, vision became somewhat blurred.

Faced with the host's intense pressure, it couldn't withstand it anymore.

At the same time, Wei Miao raised her foot and kicked forward. Although the mysterious man blocked it with his arm, the fierce force pushed him back a step, allowing Wei Miao to take the opportunity to create space.

With her toes barely touching the ground, she used the power of the Eternal Night to strengthen her legs in an attempt to retreat quickly.

The mysterious man did not immediately give chase, but instead glanced at Fu Zhouwen standing to the side.

He had a serious expression and held an ancient-style gray-black straight sword with exquisite raindrop-shaped satin patterns on the blade and openwork patterns engraved on the square guard.

This is one of the ten most famous swords in the martial arts world, on par with the Wind-Swept Blade. It is the heirloom of the Cloud Peak Sword Sect and is called "Cloud Trace".

Fu Zhouwen changed his mind. The mysterious man's power was beyond imagination; if he had taken that stab, he would be half-dead by now.

Such a powerful being stood against all living beings; he would rather join forces with the Grand Eunuch to kill him. (End of Chapter)