For a moment, the only sound heard on the snow was the clanging of swords colliding. However, in the blink of an eye, the two had fought more than ten times. Finally, the man raised his arm and stabbed Leon Luo's forehead with a sword. Leon Luo was not afraid and also stabbed down with a sword. The tips of the knife and the sword collided dangerously in mid-air.
This move was so dangerous that if Leon Luo's knife tip missed by the thickness of a fingernail, the skull would be shattered and brains would splash everywhere.
The two men wrestled in this position and remained in a stalemate. Their eyes met for a moment. Leon Luo could see that the man's face had turned blue. It was obvious that he had not expected that such a fatal move could be blocked by Leon Luo.
"You're lucky, kid." The man said grimly, "Can luck alone save your life next time?"
"Thank you very much." Leon Luo raised his eyebrows and smiled. In this life-and-death struggle, he looked relaxed and at ease. "But brother, you insist on deceiving yourself and saying that I am lucky? Forget it. Is it really that difficult to admit that you are not good enough?"
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