To win the battle quickly, neither of them held anything back. As they unleashed their Finger Swords, they also activated their split souls.
Using split souls and Finger Swords at the same time took more than just focusing on two things at once. It also required precise control.
The moment the two revealed their skills, the whole arena erupted in cheers. Clearly, there were plenty of knowledgeable spectators among the crowd.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. As the man in crimson put it, they only needed ten breaths. If the young man in apricot robes had neither made his mark nor won by then, the burly man in tiger-skin would automatically be declared the victor.
In less than five breaths, the two had exchanged hundreds of sword strikes, and each had sent out more than a dozen Yin Souls.
The battle might not have been particularly savage or violent, but to a trained eye, it was still a heart-stopping spectacle. One hole in a Soul Testing Robe could mean the loss of a life. The tension left everyone's mouths dry as they watched.
"Had enough fun?"
The man in crimson bellowed.
The young man in apricot robes let out a long howl. "A thousand swords!"
In an instant, more than a hundred Baleful Swords sprang up around him and shot straight at the burly man in tiger-skin. The latter had never expected his opponent to have such a devastating move hidden up his sleeve. Caught off guard, he hurriedly threw up a wall of Baleful Intent, blocking most of the swords. Even so, more than a dozen slipped past and punched round holes through his Soul Testing Robe.
Ten breaths exactly!
The young man in apricot robes clasped his fists and said, "You let me win,"