The more she thought about it, the more something felt wrong.
Just as she was about to fly onto the stage, Liu Qing'er grabbed her.
"Don't rush, Senior Sister. Let's watch a little longer."
Sure enough, after ten moves, Wang Qiang began to grow impatient.
He had thought he could finish the kid in three moves, but the other party had held out this long. What irritated him even more was that the audience's whispers seemed to be turning in Wang Xian's favor.
Maybe Senior Sister also thought he was deliberately holding back...
"Looking to die!"
Furious, Wang Qiang suddenly changed his moves. Frostglory Sword blazed with light, and a rune appeared on its blade. He barked, "Freeze a thousand miles—"
The temperature on the arena plunged, and the air seemed to freeze solid in an instant.
This sword strike, carrying a bone-chilling cold, slashed straight toward Wang Xian...
The sword light flashed like lightning, stabbing right for his heart!
At the critical moment, Wang Xian twisted at the waist and turned sideways. The icy blade skimmed past his clothes, tearing off a strip of fabric.
As he passed Wang Qiang, his left palm darted out like a swimming snake and slammed into the other man's left shoulder.
"Looking to die!"
Wang Qiang roared. With no time to bring his sword around, he wrapped his right palm in dense spiritual energy and struck Wang Xian squarely in the chest.
"Thud!"
Wang Xian flew backward like a kite with its string cut, tracing a helpless arc through the air before crashing down three zhang away.
"Ah!" Gasps rose from the crowd below.
Yet a strange feeling flashed through Wang Qiang's heart... That palm strike had seemed to hit more than just flesh. It was as if his spiritual energy had been