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nZhao Luo stood in the middle of the ring with Ifrit in his hand. He was calm and collected even though this was the first time he was fighting against a fellow human with a weapon.

nZhao Luo looked at Mite who was barely standing after blocking Zhao Luo's 'straight slash'.

n'How can this be? Why is he so strong?'

nMite was baffled as he went through the last strike. Zhao Luo's explosive strength had overpowered him so easily.

n'And what 'straight slash'? He just randomly swung his sword.'

nMite looked angry unable to accept the fact that he had already fallen back twice.

n'I still haven't used my techniques.'

nMite thought as he took a step towards Zhao Luo.

nZhao Luo smiled as he saw Mite coming back at him.

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"You want more. Good. Good.

"

nZhao Luo said as he raised Ifrit backward while moving towards Mite.

nZhao Luo had his knee bent slightly with his back falling forward as he picked up speed.

nMite was rushing at him from the other side.

n'Ting.'

nJust a second later, they clashed again with their swords.

nSparks flew as this continued.

nEvery strike was proving to be advantageous for Zhao Luo as Mite would fall back a step after every strike.

n'Ting.'

n'Thud.'

nMite jumped back after another collision to gain distance between them.

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"Looks like I will have to be serious now.

"

nMite suddenly interrupted the fight by saying this.

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"Hahahaha.

"

nZhao Luo laughed loudly as he couldn't believe how shameless this senior of his was.

nAfter losing twice and failing to match with Zhao Luo's strength in the countless blows, Mite was saying that he was going to get serious.

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"The result will be the same even if you start joking around.

"

nZhao Luo made fun of Mite who was going towards the weapon rack.

nMite jumped back on the ring while holding two swords in his hand.

nOne was a regular sword that he was using already and the new sword was a broad sword that would normally need a person's both hands just to swing it. But Mite was big and he had a strong body above these two things he was a '

/||' level outer disciple. So he could swing the broad sword with ease.

nWith the different sword, Mite approached Zhao Luo.

n'Two swords?'

nZhao Luo thought.

nIt wasn't like Zhao Luo was scared of Mite and the two swords in his hands. Zhao Luo was just inexperienced in fighting with weapons and without them.

nHe came from a time where swords and other kinds of similar weapons were outdated. That is why everything happening to him since he got out of the capsule was like a new experience for him.

nZhao Luo tightened his grip over the hilt of Ifrit and got ready to face Mite again.

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"Uneven Sword Dance.

"

nMite shouted as he started moving weirdly.

nIt was more like a horrendous dance that Mite was showing Zhao Luo and the spectating disciples.

n'Is he drunk?'

nZhao Luo thought as he watched Mite who was dancing weirdly while slowly approaching Zhao Luo.

n'Blaargh.'

nSomeone from amongst the disciples who were watching Zhao Luo's fight couldn't endure the sh*tty sword dance of Mite anymore as his stomach pushed all the food inside it towards his mouth causing him to vomit.

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"I can't focus.

"

nZhao Luo said as Mite was already in front of him.

nMite raised his swords as he aimed them towards Zhao Luo's head.

n'Fwoosh.'

nMite brought both of his swords with his maximum strength down towards Zhao Luo.

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"First Uneven Attack.

"

nMite shouted the name of his sword attack.

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"Your sword dance is already so stupid yet your naming sense is even worse.

"

nZhao Luo told Mite as he raised his sword to block his attack.

nZhao Luo couldn't believe that someone would put 'uneven' in his attack name.

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"Horizontal Sword Block.

"

nZhao Luo shouted as he was holding Ifrit horizontally.

n'Ting.'

nZhao Luo blocked Mite's attack. But it was one of the swords that Zhao Luo had blocked.

n'Tang.'

nThe other sword fell on Ifrit and Zhao Luo's arm started to lower under the mountain of the pressure of Mite's dual swords.

n'Hmph.'

nZhao Luo used a downward force on his leg to jump back as he pushed Mite away.

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"That was just the first attack and you barely handled it.

"

nMite taunted Zhao Luo.

nBut he wasn't lying.

nThis was the specialty of the 'Uneven Sword Dance' which was an authentic silver tier sword technique.

nIt had a weird sword dance that was aimed to mess with the opponent's head thus getting him to lower his guard.

nThen this technique included five sword attack patterns that would be followed alongside the sword dance.

nThe only reason this weird technique was 'silver tier' was because the condition to learn it included mastering the use of two swords that had different weights with a lot of load difference between them.

nJust like sword techniques were allocated to different colors, their mastery was also divided into different levels.

nStarting from,

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"Beginner, Intermediate and advanced which were further divided into three stages, Low, Mid and high whereas the last two levels had only a single-stage, they were Superior Mastery and the last was Distinguished Control.

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nMite who was using a silver tier technique, the 'Uneven Sword Dance' only had Beginner mid-level mastery over the technique. He was already at the wall where his talent and skills couldn't help him anymore.

nIf he couldn't take down Zhao Luo even with this then he would be defeated completely.

nMite started the weird sword dance as he approached Zhao Luo again while dancing like a freak with two swords in his hands.

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"He is doing it again.

"

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"It's weird but he was able to push Zhao Luo back.

"

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"Will Senior Mite win?

"

nMany disciples started commentating and questioning the outcome as they watched Mite approaching Zhao Luo who was standing still after blocking Mite's last attack.

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"Second attack, Uneven Curve slash.

"

nMite shouted as his two swords were coming at Zhao Luo while being curved.

nMite was changing the angle of his swords during the swing by changing the position of his wrist.

nThe lighter sword was aimed at Zhao Luo's chest while the broad sword was aimed at his abdomen.

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"Hmph.

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nZhao Luo simply jumped backward causing the swords to swing around empty air.

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"HAH 'Senior' if I knew that you wanted to show me this 'amazing' dance then I would have brought a chair with me.

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nZhao Luo said to Mite while forcing out the two words, Senior and Amazing.

nHe was making fun of the Mite's technique.

nThis was a technique that Mite had devoted his whole time to after becoming an outer disciple. And yet the handsome trainee in front of him had easily evaded his second attack.

nMite got angry as he used the Uneven Sword Dance again. The dance which was already very horrendous became even more unwatchable. Since Mite had his focus decided because of his emotions after being made fun of by Zhao Luo.

nMany spectating disciples had to close their eyes as they couldn't handle the wobbly moves of Mite.

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"Third attack: Uneven Rising Slash.

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nMite said as he brought both of his swords towards Zhao Luo from downwards.

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"Ting, Ting~

"

nZhao Luo blocked both swords consecutively with his Ifrit.

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"Can you stop with the 'Uneven'?

"

nZhao Luo said angrily as he kicked Mite in the stomach which caused Mite to slide backward.

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"Hah.

"

nMite breathed as he stopped after taking a kick straight on his body.

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"You haven't won yet.

"

nMite said while shaking with anger.

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"I still have two attacks left.

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nMite shouted as he started the 'Uneven Sword Dance' again.

n'Sigh.'

nZhao Luo sighed on seeing the 'sore loser like behavior' of Mite.

nNow Zhao Luo wanted nothing more than to end this fight against this senior of his who was acting like a child, as soon as he could.

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"Fourth attack.

"

nMite shouted as he brought his swords from different sides.

nOne of the swords from the left and the other broad sword from the right attacking Zhao Luo at two angles. Mite's sword which was coming from the left was faster.

nZhao Luo moved towards the left sword which was coming at him without caring for the broad sword which was coming from the other side.

nInstead of dodging, Zhao Luo decided to face this attack head-on.

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"Clang.

"

nAs Zhao Luo blocked the left attack with ifrit he rotated towards Mite.

nZhao Luo had passed the sword range by going towards Mite instead of backing away.

nAs the broad sword missed its target Mite's front side was open.

nZhao Luo thus used his back to hit Mite's chest throwing him away after Zhao Luo had pulled his attack off.

nMite had fallen once again.

nThis time Mite couldn't even get up to use the last move of his technique.

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"Blugh.

"

nMite tried to sit as he splurted out a mouthful of blood.

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"Just give up. It's like I am fighting against a stubborn child.

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nZhao Luo said to Mite who was sitting in front of him with a face of defeat.

nIt wasn't Zhao Luo's goal to leave Mite with a trauma.

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