"One slash! Just one slash!"
"That was Zhao Tieshan! The Sect Master of the Iron Sword Sect, a veteran Grandmaster who's been on the Martial Dao Ladder for twenty years—and he couldn't withstand a single slash?"
"How on earth did this Li Fenghua train?"
"How could someone so young be so powerful?"
Amid the chatter, Li Yun had already returned to the Yellow Martial Sect's seats and closed his eyes to rest.
It was as though that slash had been nothing more than a casual stroke, hardly worth mentioning.
Zhao Gongnian looked at him, his lips moving a few times. In the end, he only gave a wry smile and said nothing.
He found this young man harder and harder to understand.
He shook his head and put it out of his mind.
The bouts continued.
But the shock left by Li Yun's slash lingered.
The Grandmasters who had yet to take the stage now looked at him with added wariness.
Seated nearby, Lin Canghai drew his gaze away from Li Yun, his expression calm. A disciple beside him whispered, "Master, this Li Fenghua..."
"He's strong," Lin Canghai said evenly. "Stronger than Yan Shan and stronger than Zhao Tieshan. But it's still impossible to tell just how strong."
He paused, a glint of fighting spirit flashing through his eyes.
"I hope I get the chance to face him."
On the other side, Su Yao, the leader of Hundred Flowers Valley, was also watching Li Yun, her eyes full of curiosity.
The White Silk Technique she practiced used softness to overcome hardness and was best suited to dealing with opponents who relied on brute force. But Li Yun's slash had not been brute force. It had carried a power she had never seen before.
"Interesting," she said with a soft laugh.