Tsk! The sword slid past Soft Red Lady's neck, nearly cleaving her delicate throat in two. The shock drained the color from Soft Red Lady's face, and that momentary hesitation was, as expected, seized by the male sect master. The frenzied attacks that followed directly squandered the advantage Soft Red Lady had painstakingly secured from beginning to end. This mindset, so difficult to change while trapped in adversity, was exploited by these illusions with uncanny precision. Before three or four blinks had passed, Soft Red Lady was eliminated.
She sat on the Sword Platform for quite a while before finally realizing that she had lost, her face filled with frustration. "It happened again. I was so confident this time!"
Everyone turned to look at me. After all, Soft Red Lady had ignored my prediction, so she didn't know what I had said earlier. But everyone else had heard it with their own ears.
"Big Brother Xia, then tell me how I should fight!" Qing Weixin hurriedly pulled at my hand and begged me to teach her. Glazed Gauze also came over to ask, and even Shandao looked at me earnestly, feeling that I might still be able to salvage her swordsmanship, which was bad beyond measure.
With no choice, I could only comment on their swordsmanship. Of course, the only ones who actually had a chance of winning were Qing Weixin, Glazed Gauze, and Li Yushuang. That wasn't to say the immortal sects' swordsmanship here was inferior to theirs. Rather, they had a chance to win precisely because they were young and could carry out the key points I had identified.
After that, I continued to take the finale, giving them pointers one by one before they challenged the platform. In the end, both Glazed Gauze and Qing Weixin fell