Liu Yun suddenly swung the Straight Blade in his hand. A dazzling blade light tore through the sky, bringing countless thunderclaps in its wake. Like an enraged dragon emerging from the sea, it was unstoppable. This blade light contained the full might of Liu Yun's eighth-level lightning domain, and it was further fused with the computational support provided by the Machine Race Clone, precisely capturing every tiny flaw in the woman in white's movements.
Seeing this, disbelief flashed through the woman in white's eyes. She swiftly adjusted her stance, her sword light weaving into a net as she tried to block the sudden strike with greater speed and denser attacks. Yet Liu Yun's sword was no longer what it had once been. It not only pierced through layer after layer of sword net, but at the instant of contact, it extinguished every streak of sword light within the lightning, as though even space itself had been ripped apart by that strike.
"Boom!" With a deafening crash, at the point where lightning and sword light intertwined, the woman in white was blasted several steps back by the irresistible force. The white glow surrounding her dimmed at that moment.
Though she had not been killed outright, the lightning had severely wounded her, leaving her body covered in mottled bloodstains.
"How... how is this possible?" The woman in white steadied herself and looked at Liu Yun with a complicated expression, her voice trembling with disbelief. She had never imagined that she would suffer such a complete defeat before the same opponent, especially someone she had once effortlessly defeated countless times.
Liu Yun, however, remained calm. He sheathed the Straight Blade, and the lightning gradually faded, but his gaze became even more resolute. He knew this battle was not only proof of his strength,