"Ha!"
"You little upstart!"
As soon as Feng Qingyang finished speaking from outside the ring, Feng Buping inside it let out a loud shout. His long sword shot out like lightning, and the 108 moves of "Wild Wind Swift Sword" unfolded in an instant as he immediately engaged Lu Dayou in battle.
Vmmm—!
In a flash!
The long sword sliced through the air with a faint whistle. Each move of the Wild Wind Swift Sword came faster than the last, and the gusting force of the sword grew stronger and stronger. Waves of force began to spread from the blade, swirling around the two fighters. The sword energy and the leaves stirred into the air expanded into an ever-widening circle. At a glance, it covered a radius of four or five zhang.
Though the onlookers stood at the edge of the ring, they still felt the cutting force bearing down on them. The wind stung their faces and hands, and they couldn't help retreating again and again.
"..."
In the ring, Lu Dayou remained calm in the face of his opponent's fierce swordplay.
He merely used the Cloud-Tracing Steps, his figure drifting like a passing cloud as he nimbly evaded Feng Buping's attacks. At the same time, he flicked his long sword and performed "White Clouds Emerging from the Peaks," a move Annie had optimized and refined.
As his sword tip traced its path, it flowed as freely as white clouds unfurling beneath a clear sky, painting the blue expanse at will. Then it surged like dark clouds churning in a rainstorm, swift as thunder yet leaving no trace... As the sword's momentum shifted, it gathered and dispersed like mountain mists, seemingly soft yet concealing immense force. When he drew his sword back, it lingered like the haze of dusk,