"Tian Shu, Seventh Sword!"
The words from Fan Yuze's mouth finally changed somewhat.
Every time he had made a move just now, he had muttered something under his breath.
Tian Shu Seven Swords, Tian Shu's Seventh Sword.
At first glance, they seemed no different, yet Qin Shaofeng's eyes suddenly lit up.
He did not know what sort of trump card Fan Yuze had held back.
But he knew that Fan Yuze had already been driven to the brink. If he did not erupt now, he would suffer a crushing defeat.
Therefore, this Seventh Sword had to be Fan Yuze's ultimate move.
Though Qin Shaofeng's reaction was only mental,
martial artists were extremely sensitive to essence, energy, and spirit. Besides, his reaction had been far too obvious.
This caused everyone in the lounge to sense that something was not right. Following his gaze, they looked toward the arena outside.
At that moment, Fan Yuze was just erupting.
The longsword in Fan Yuze's hand suddenly gleamed with streaks of cold light. As he shot skyward, the blade in his hand abruptly became fierce and terrifying.
No sooner said than done.
Fan Yuze's upward motion was not meant to make him truly leap into the air. He was borrowing that force to launch an attack on Jin Yangtian at the fastest possible speed.
Having already been forced to the edge of the arena, this sudden strike truly achieved miraculous results.
Jin Yangtian's repeated pressure had already made him believe victory was in the bag.
As for killing him,
Jin Yangtian still possessed some self-awareness. He knew that with Fan Shaoqing overseeing this match, that was simply impossible.
But leaving Fan Yuze with injuries that would never heal for the rest of his life might not be impossible.
It was precisely because of this