Everyone could not understand what reason Wang Yao had to avoid the fight.
Yet the scene before them grew ever more baffling. Wang Yao still refused to agree.
"Could it be that even Dust Sword Wang Yao isn't confident he can fight Wang Qianqiu?"
The thought rose in everyone's mind.
"Brother Wang, if you don't take the field, Imperial Martial Hall will have to give up its seat."
Xu Yi said with a smile.
Xu Yi was a meticulous schemer. He knew very well that the Wang Yao of today was not the Wang Yao of the past.
During the battle at Heavenly God Hall, Wang Yao had unleashed his ultimate forbidden technique, and it had happened to collide with the combined blast of his Magnetic Core Bead.
Wang Yao's losses could not possibly have been recovered in this short time.
Otherwise, even with his meridians petrified, if he had truly mastered the Three-Five-Seven Sword, he would never have risked coming to provoke Wang Yao.
Xu Yi pressed him at every turn. Wang Yao was so stifled with frustration that, after a long silence, he said, "I have already sworn a Heart Oath to seal my sword for three years. If you wish to test swords, come find me three years from now. I will not disappoint you."
Xu Yi had guessed correctly: Wang Yao had indeed yet to recover his vitality.
But that was only one reason he dared not fight. The other was that Wang Yao had no idea Xu Yi's meridians had petrified.
The Wang Qianqiu he remembered had two faces. One was the peerless, invincible physical defense Wang Qianqiu had displayed when they crossed swords at Heavenly God Hall.
The other was the terrifying figure he had seen through a light-and-shadow orb: Xu Yi, transformed into