The final match was held between Chen Yanwu and Chen Jianjun. Zhu Wukui's injuries from earlier were a little severe, so he withdrew.
"Yanwu, in the end, I still have to face you," Chen Jianjun said first.
"Draw your sword!" Chen Yanwu was that straightforward, cutting off everything Chen Jianjun had wanted to say.
"First Soul Skill—Sword Power, Second Soul Skill—Rigid Sword, Third Soul Skill—Lightning Speed"
Chen Jianjun directly activated all his soul skills, intending to end the fight quickly. After several battles, although the soul masters of the Phoenix Tail Flower Zhu Clan had helped replenish his soul power while he rested, allowing him to recover somewhat, he was still not in peak condition.
Most importantly, like Chen Xiaojun, Chen Jianjun was somewhat countered by Chen Yanwu. She excelled at footwork and defensive counterattacks, and was proficient in prolonged battles. If this dragged on, it would absolutely be disadvantageous for Chen Jianjun.
Chen Jianjun shouted loudly, and the aura around him surged to its peak in an instant. A layer of sharp, blue-purple flowing sword qi emerged across his entire body.
The Seven Kill Sword traced a strange arc, spun backward twice, and rose above his head. His body flipped several times in succession, his feet tapping rapidly over the sword hilt, and the greatsword came crashing down with an aura that seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth apart.
"Second Soul Skill—Sword Wings Like Flight"
Chen Yanwu accelerated instantly. Her longsword stabbed and drew back, turning into a beautiful arc. The movement looked simple, but because her technique had already reached an almost perfect level, that stab and draw were simply flawless.
The whole process was as smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water, completed in the blink of an eye. Her bearing was graceful and grand, while