Right from the start, Yin Huayi was forced to take blow after blow, and blood even welled from his sword. It was obvious he had been injured. However, my sword could advance no further. Seeing my strength suddenly surge, even charging straight toward the core of his meridians, Yin Huayi let out a roar and actually used his formidable Heavenly Dao realm core to forcibly withstand the strike.
"Hehe, Senior Yin, if you were truly at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, you would already be dead. In that case, shouldn't this match be declared my victory?" Taking advantage of the energy my opponent had released, I immediately shifted my world force far away and loudly explained the significance of my earlier strike.
Yin Huayi's face was dark as water. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Don't you know the rules of sword combat? What does using spells have to do with sword combat? You were trying to kill me just now, weren't you? If I hadn't held something back, I would probably be in a spiritual-body state by now!"
I chuckled and said, "Senior Yin, swords and blades have no eyes. My sword is meant to kill people, not perform for an audience. Besides, I'm a junior, so of course I'll use every means at my disposal. But if you think I'm being underhanded, then I won't use spells. However, if we're using swords, Senior Yin can't forcibly unleash power beyond the Ninth Heaven like you did just now. This disciple can't withstand an impact like that."
Yin Huayi's already pale face flushed despite himself. In truth, many of the immortals watching felt that he really had been underhanded. That last exchange could already be counted as my victory, but since Yin Huayi remained silent, no one else dared say anything either.