The two instantly clashed. Gu Changfeng's spearwork emphasized sweeping, powerful movements, its attacks surging like a tide, while Han Li's saberplay was completely suicidal, trading injury for injury with savage ferocity.
The Yao Lineage members below the stage watched with their hearts in their throats. They normally never got to witness battles of this level.
Yao Qingdai stared unblinkingly at the arena, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
"Young Master Gu is amazing..." she murmured, her eyes filled with adoration.
Indeed, Gu Changfeng's spearwork could be called exquisite. His Po Jun Spear attacks surged like a tide, each thrust faster than the last. Layer upon layer of spear-images overlapped, constantly shrinking Han Li's room to maneuver.
After twenty moves, Gu Changfeng's spearwork grew increasingly fierce, and Han Li began to fall behind.
His saberplay was vicious, but in the face of Gu Changfeng's precise and dense spear attacks, he gradually found himself unable to withstand them. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing grew ragged.
The First Branch saw hope.
Yao Qingdai could no longer contain herself. She clenched her fists excitedly and called softly, "Young Master Gu is going to win! Sis, look—the Han Li guy can't hold on anymore!"
Yao Qingluo's expression finally eased, and her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
Even Qin Jue, who had remained silent all this time, narrowed his eyes slightly.
Gu Changfeng was indeed very strong. Spearwork this fierce and precise would be top-tier even in the Outer Prefecture of Qingcang Academy. If the battle continued normally, Han Li would undoubtedly lose.
Yet Qin Jue's brows did not relax.
Because he noticed that although Han Li was retreating step by step, there was not the slightest trace of panic in those bloodthirsty eyes.
That was not the look of someone