The Old Master

Seeing that the Purple Cloud Sword Array was tricky to deal with, Yun Ling'er immediately contacted Nightmare in her mind.

"Old Nightmare, how do I break Li Qingshu's Purple Cloud Sword Array?"

Nightmare yawned and glanced at the so-called sword array, then said boredly:

"You need me to come up with a plan for this?"

"Just stay where you are and don't attack. Wear her down until she's completely out of internal energy."

Yun Ling'er's eyes lit up. That was a great idea.

But this was a martial arts tournament, and everyone was looking forward to an intense clash of titans, not one side cowering while the other stood around waiting.

If she didn't try to break the array and just played dirty, plenty of people would laugh at her.

After all, being able to break it was one thing. Being able to break it but waiting around and playing dirty was another.

At the very least, it would cost her points in Duanmu Xi's eyes.

Besides, she had already made a bold claim: she would make Li Qingshu remember this.

Wearing her down wouldn't make her remember it.

Yun Ling'er refused inwardly: No. I have to defeat her head-on!

Nightmare gave her a helpless hint. "Master, since you want to defeat her head-on, just attack the sword itself."

"Once the real sword is damaged, the other sword shadows will be affected too."

"Then this so-called Purple Cloud Sword Array will collapse on its own."

Yun Ling'er's eyes lit up. That really was a good idea.

But she still fretted:

"The sword array is spinning so fast, and every rotation weakens my attacks. It spins at least ten times in a single breath. How am I supposed to find the real sword?"

Nightmare went on:

"I'll teach you a technique