In the blink of an eye, the competition reached the final match of the fourth round, and Platform Two once again became the center of attention.
One of the Three Rising Stars, Zhu Ningyun, was facing Shanshou Qing, ranked seventh. Everyone began speculating over who would win.
Although Shanshou Qing had once lost to Li Biehe, his strength was still formidable.
As for Zhu Ningyun, judging by the techniques she had displayed before, she excelled at speed and keen observation.
Her sword strikes were incredibly fast, and she could repeatedly seize upon her opponent's weaknesses to deliver fatal blows. She was exceedingly troublesome.
Fighting her placed one under tremendous pressure.
The only question was whether such tactics would still work against Shanshou Qing.
Yet, to everyone's utter disbelief, Shanshou Qing failed to last even a dozen exchanges before losing—and he lost thoroughly.
"What sword technique is that?"
Shanshou Qing swallowed as he stared at the sword tip pressed before his throat.
"Yi Jian Jue."
Zhu Ningyun slowly withdrew her longsword.
"Yi Jian Jue?"
One look at Shanshou Qing's expression was enough to tell that he had never heard of it.
Just like that, a match ended simply and swiftly. Everyone could not help but marvel at how fierce the rising stars of this generation were. First there had been Lu Ming, the All-Round Expert.
Yes, no one knew who had first given Lu Ming that nickname, but it had spread everywhere afterward.
Though it sounded overly straightforward, with a rather street-stall flavor to it, it was an apt description. External martial arts, palm techniques, leg techniques, claw techniques, lightness skills, saber techniques—he knew them all, and he was formidable in every one of them.
And now, Zhu Ningyun had revealed an utterly inexplicable sword technique.
In short, it had been