A sparring match left Abbess Miejue beaming with delight.
But Song Qingshu, standing in the arena, was breaking out in a cold sweat.
Gu Shao'an's sudden shift in movement technique had been far too abrupt, so abrupt that Song Qingshu had not anticipated it at all. As sweat poured down his face, the sword he had raised slowed for an instant, allowing Gu Shao'an to strike him directly in the chest with his scabbard.
Bang!
The tremendous impact made Song Qingshu grunt as he nearly dropped to one knee! Yet he used the force to dart backward, opening some distance as his chest heaved violently.
Song Qingshu's face was flushed red. After several direct clashes, the opponent's strength had far exceeded his estimates, to say nothing of that elusive, unpredictable footwork.
He had actually been suppressed to the point where he could barely move freely! The contempt in his heart had long since turned into fury and unwillingness, especially after being made to look so miserable before Zhou Zhiruo!
Bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes as he completely abandoned any thought of stopping at the proper point. His inner force surged wildly into his sword.
The sword tip buzzed violently. A concentrated, chilling sword light shot forth like a lone star tearing through the night sky, carrying all his resentment as it locked onto Gu Shao'an's shoulder!
Gu Shao'an's strike just now had already decided the outcome between them.
By all rights, Song Qingshu should have stopped.
Yet not only did Song Qingshu fail to stop, he instead used his martial arts at full force and attacked again. This behavior made Song Yuanqiao, who was watching from the side, abruptly change expression.
"Qingshu, don't!"
As he spoke, Song Yuanqiao drew up a breath of true qi and immediately used his