At this moment, Xia Chen's aura grew increasingly powerful.

In his eyes, a glimmer flickered, and he could accurately predict each of his opponent's sword strikes, foreseeing the trajectory of the thrusts in advance.

The Centurion's fighting spirit waned with each clash; he felt his opponent was too uncanny.

The swordsmanship was terrifyingly strong, and each strike precisely hit the tip of his sword.