Zhao 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.

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

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

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

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

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

'I still haven't used my techniques.'

Mite thought as he took a step towards Zhao Luo.

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

"You want more. Good. Good."

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

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

Mite was rushing at him from the other side.

'Ting.'

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

Sparks flew as this continued.

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

'Ting.'

'Thud.'

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

"Looks like I will have to be serious now."

Mite suddenly interrupted the fight by saying this.

"Hahahaha."

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

After 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.

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

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

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

One 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.

With the different sword, Mite approached Zhao Luo.

'Two swords?'

Zhao Luo thought. 

It 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.

He came from a time where swords and other kinds of similar weapons were outdated.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.

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

"Uneven Sword Dance."

Mite shouted as he started moving weirdly.

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

'Is he drunk?'

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

'Blaargh.'

Someone 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.

"I can't focus."

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

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

'Fwoosh.'

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

"First Uneven Attack."

Mite shouted the name of his sword attack.

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

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

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

"Horizontal Sword Block."

Zhao Luo shouted as he was holding Ifrit horizontally.

'Ting.'

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

'Tang.'

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

'Hmph.'

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

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

Mite taunted Zhao Luo.

But he wasn't lying.

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

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

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

The 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.

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

Starting from,

"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."

Mite 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.

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

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

"He is doing it again."

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

"Will Senior Mite win?"

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

"Second attack, Uneven Curve slash."

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

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

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

"Hmph."

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

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

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

He was making fun of the Mite's technique.

This 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.

Mite 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.

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

"Third attack: Uneven Rising Slash."

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

"Ting, Ting~"

Zhao Luo blocked both swords consecutively with his Ifrit.

"Can you stop with the 'Uneven'?"

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

"Hah."

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

"You haven't won yet."

Mite said while shaking with anger.

"I still have two attacks left."

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

'Sigh.'

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

Now 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.

"Fourth attack."

Mite shouted as he brought his swords from different sides.

One 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.

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

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

"Clang."

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

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

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

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

Mite had fallen once again. 

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

"Blugh."

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

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

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

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