"Blood!"
"One sword to the throat!"
The spectators erupted in an instant.
Xu Xiaoshou's sword had been too powerful, while the cultivational realms of the contestants present were too weak. They simply had no way of seeing the mystery within it.
All they could vaguely guess was that Young Master Xu had seemingly used speed pushed to the utmost, coupled with some unknown enhancement technique, turning a Sacred Body's defenses into paper beneath a seventh-grade spirit sword.
But that level of understanding was truly far too shallow.
Could one really break a Sacred Body's defenses with speed and attack alone?
Most people still found it hard to believe.
Yet ignorance was perhaps no more than this. In this world, it was not only the most dazzling moves that complemented the strongest attacks.
Sometimes, when certain plain and ordinary moves were cultivated to the extreme, they too became lethal methods.
For Xu Xiaoshou, what allowed him to completely transcend the vision of everyone in the arena was Grandmaster-level "Agility."
Along with the occasional incorporation of "Vanishing Art" while running, used to confuse the eye and ear.
With truth and illusion intertwined, those who tried harder to analyze the changes in his techniques were more likely to drill themselves into a dead end.
"Young man, have you figured out this young master's sword yet?" Having succeeded with one move, Xu Xiaoshou was utterly flamboyant.
Holding his sword, he gazed disdainfully at Luo Yin in the distance. Watching the other man clutch his throat as blood gushed wildly between his fingers, Xu Xiaoshou not only refrained from attacking, but even politely allowed Luo Yin to continue thinking amid the chaos.
"Ugh..."
Luo Yin could not speak at all.
Young Master Xu's sword had been far too bizarre, especially the strange power lingering upon