The golden blade collided with the Lightning Whip.
Waves of air exploded outward, stirring up considerable turbulence.
The two exchanged dozens of moves, seemingly evenly matched.
Yet Bei Chenzhu, standing opposite her, sensed that something was wrong.
Before issuing the challenge, he had studied Lin Qi's information and learned the moves she excelled at. He had even watched her battles repeatedly, trying to find her weaknesses and break her techniques.
After watching enough, he had realized that the cultivation art Lin Qi practiced was exceptionally profound, not something limited by Southern Continent's resources.
Since he could not find a flaw in her cultivation art, he could only seek one in Lin Qi herself.
But after simulating it countless times, he only discovered upon truly stepping onto the stage that Lin Qi had not used a single one of those moves.
Instead, contrary to her usual habits, she was using Lightning-elemental spells she rarely employed.
Bei Chenzhu was caught completely off guard.
On the arena, the might of thunder clashed with the aura of metal weapons, mingled with rich and rampant wood-element spiritual energy.
The two forces each claimed their own territory, stubbornly blocking the front of their respective domains.
For a moment, victory and defeat were difficult to determine.
Bei Chenzhu retreated two steps and snapped his folding fan shut. The metal aura sweeping and shooting about instantly vanished.
With a turn of his wrist, he removed a Green Bamboo Branch hanging from his waist.
As his expression gradually turned stern, the atmosphere around them condensed inch by inch, and silent danger spread in every direction.
Wind and clouds surged across the arena. Powerful pressure flooded in from all sides, making even the spectators nearby feel their hearts palpitate.
Everyone could tell that Bei Chenzhu was about to get serious.