A split second before the collision, Bai Ji was already imagining Han Qingyu plummeting to the ground after the strike. He had been assured of this outcome from the beginning, and naturally, he believed in it.

Then their blades met.

The cracking of bones and the ensuing agony stabbing up Bai Ji’s arms immediately told him something was wrong. 

It was over.

At that moment, both still suspended in midair, Bai Ji’s eyes widened in disbelief. How-how can this be?! Didn’t they say I would win in a head-on clash?! That my source energy surge is far more powerful than his?!

Bai Ji tried to muster one last surge of source energy to fight back. 

It was hopeless. The source energy surging from Han Qingyu’s dead iron straight blade was a monstrous wave, crashing down upon him.

This was Han Qingyu’s first time unleashing the liquid source energy in his body alongside that from the maneuvering device in a combined surge against another person. In truth, he wasn’t certain about the intensity or power such a surge would unleash. He only knew that it was beyond that scoundrel Bai Ji’s capabilities to resist.

After all, this was the same technique he...