Han Nian leaves a world for another, a violent desire burns in him to stand at the peak of martial arts and its world.
Teachings and values imbibed
forged him into a wreaker in the path of evil.
Lei Cheng crashed into Nian, the distinctive sound filling Nian's
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ears, sparks flew off both metals, Nian could tell from the hit that Lei Cheng's strength has increased a bit too. Slowly as they exchanged blows,
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the rytheme of the sword technique came into his hearing, they both use the same basic sword technique so the completion of the rytheme was certain, luckily, Lei Cheng has been a bit more accurate too.
...Mine eyes have seen the glory...
Of the coming of the spirit of the sword;
It is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift self;
His truth is marching on.
I have seen my sword in the watchfires
Of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar during battle, sacrifices of plea to protect its wierder.
In the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps;
the spirit of the sword is marching alongside the hooves of horses.
