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Once the match began, Ke Qi indeed used a traditional opening stance and a traditional style.

"Hmm!" But the moment they engaged, Yang Bo realized Ke Qi was no simple opponent.

There seemed to be a sticky force clinging to Ke Qi's sword.

It was as though Ke Qi's sword possessed an attractive force, greatly affecting Yang Bo's moves.

"Is this the application of force?" Yang Bo suddenly recalled what the Second World game had said about force.

"Perhaps this is the true skill possessed by Sword Experts." Yang Bo's eyes lit up.

Because of the force on Ke Qi's sword, Yang Bo tried his best to avoid having his sword collide with his opponent's.

As a result, Yang Bo appeared to be getting suppressed by Ke Qi from the very start.

He looked constrained and unable to move freely, while Ke Qi was immensely excited.

Seeing that Yang Bo's sword did not dare clash with his own, he became even bolder.

His moves grew broader, fiercer, and more aggressive.

However, this display had the spectators in the stands on edge.

"Don't fucking charge in recklessly!"

"Watch out for the Alliance trash's scheme!"

"Damn it, don't be so reckless!" The spectators shouted one after another.

Yang Bo was merely uncomfortable with the force on Ke Qi's sword. Ke Qi was also crafty—sometimes his sword carried that force, and sometimes it did not.

That made it difficult for Yang Bo to control the force in his own sword.

As a result, Yang Bo's moves occasionally looked distorted.

Three minutes had already passed, and Ke Qi had been chasing Yang Bo down the entire time.

But this time, Yang Bo did not retreat toward the edge of the arena. Instead, he darted left and right.

Seeing Yang Bo's distorted moves, Ke Qi