Meng Hongchen's eyes sparkled. "Brother Yanli is amazing!"
Gu Yuena leaned against the stands, her purple eyes fixed intently on the figure in white.
No Soul Power.
He really hadn't used even a trace of Soul Power.
Relying purely on footwork and swordsmanship, he'd managed to withstand every one of Ji Juechen's attacks.
This human...
A strange glint flashed in Gu Yuena's eyes. Her curiosity about him was growing by the moment.
On the field, Ji Juechen grew more frantic with every passing exchange, and the more frantic he became, the more chaotic his movements grew.
He'd never faced an opponent like this.
His sword was fast and fierce, but every thrust felt like it sank into a mire, leaving him with nowhere to direct his strength.
It was an incredibly frustrating feeling, but he had to admit that the other man's technique was truly powerful.
In short, he wanted to learn it.
Xu Yanli's sword was like a cloud of cotton, wrapping around his blade and making his swordplay grow more and more sluggish.
The most terrifying part was that Xu Yanli hadn't struck even once from start to finish.
He'd only dodged, drawn him in, and deflected his attacks.
He hadn't counterattacked a single time.
That was even more frustrating than simply being defeated.
A fierce glint flashed through Ji Juechen's eyes.
He suddenly drew back his sword and retreated three steps.
Then, he thrust.
There was no technique to this strike, no variation. It was the simplest, most direct thrust imaginable.
And yet, it was the fastest strike he had.
So fast it left behind only an afterimage.
So fast the onlookers could barely see it.
The thrust shot straight toward Xu Yanli's heart.
Xu Yanli's eyes brightened slightly.
That strike had some merit.
He didn't retreat.