What a pity!
Yue Buqun still lost.
Because his opponent was Feng Qingyang, arguably the strongest, most top-tier swordsman born and raised in this world. There was probably no one else in the entire martial world who could match him!
So, with just one move, the terrifying sword technique Yue Buqun had unleashed was completely dismantled.
Aside from Annie, almost no one present had seen what had happened.
They only knew that just before he was swept up in Sect Leader Yue Buqun's sword force, Feng Qingyang had remained calm, his eyes placid as a still well. At the instant Yue Buqun's sword tip was about to touch his clothes, Feng Qingyang gave his wrist a slight flick. His longsword traced a strange arc like a nimble dragon, striking first despite moving second as it met Yue Buqun's blade and thrust toward him.
And then...
There was a soft shing. Feng Qingyang's sword seemed to have struck a flaw in Yue Buqun's technique, and a powerful surge of sword energy burst forth. In an instant, it swept up the leaves overhead and scattered them, sending them whirling wildly through the air.
As the leaves flew, everyone's vision blurred!
When they could see clearly again, Feng Qingyang's longsword was already held steadily against Yue Buqun's throat, its tip glinting coldly. A slight push would be enough to take his life.
Seeing this, the people watching from both sides might not have understood what had happened, but everyone knew that Grand Martial Uncle Feng was terrifyingly strong. He'd defeated Sect Leader Yue Buqun with a single move, and had even turned the tables after his opponent struck first!
So there was no doubt about it: in this first match, the Sword Faction, represented by Feng Qingyang, had won.
"..."
Yue Buqun had