Chen Chuanling forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, turned to Lu Feng, and asked anxiously, "What do we do? Can Little Ling still win?"
Perhaps even she herself had not realized that, in such circumstances, she had instinctively taken Lu Feng as her pillar and sought comfort from him. Even if he merely nodded and said there was still a chance, she would have felt far better.
But Lu Feng's expression was exceedingly grave. He did not answer directly, only sighing meaningfully. "Whether she can win depends on how much she has comprehended from what I told her before."
"What?" Chen Chuanling froze, full of bewilderment. "What words? Shouldn't it depend on how much she comprehended from your swordplay guidance? Why words?"
Lu Feng shook his head. "Her attainments in the sword are not bad, and her foundations are very solid. But all the swordplays and Sword Moves she has used so far are merely things written on paper. They have not become part of herself. If she wants to win, her sword must undergo a qualitative transformation."
Fang Daoli watched the battle. Seeing Zhu Xiao's offensive grow ever faster under the secret art, nearly suppressing Ling Lanxiu until she could only evade and had no chance to strike back at all, he said with a grim face, "No matter what, she cannot win. Zhu Xiao was already somewhat stronger than her to begin with. Now that he has activated a secret art, I see no possibility of him losing."
His words were calm, without much joy. Deep down, he found such a victory somewhat contemptible.
Yang Jie, however, secretly thought more highly of Lu Feng.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
On the field, Ling Lanxiu did her utmost to evade and block Zhu Xiao's attacks. Her clothes had already been