Little Tournament Arena.
Lu Xueqi watched Su Han charge at her like a gale, her gaze sharpening as the Tian Ya Divine Sword in her hand danced swiftly, attempting to block his strike.
However, Su Han's Sword Momentum was simply too powerful.
The instant the Inverse Scale Sword collided with the Tian Ya Sword, a tremendous force erupted.
Lu Xueqi felt her arm go numb, nearly losing her grip on the Tian Ya Sword.
Though she managed to steady the blade, it still tilted slightly.
Seizing the opportunity, Su Han's sword had already stopped at Lu Xueqi's neck.
Lu Xueqi's pupils contracted at once as she directly mobilized all the spiritual energy in her body and poured it into the Tian Ya Sword.
At once, the Tian Ya Sword blazed with light. Blue radiance rippled outward like water, blocking Su Han's strike.
Then, Lu Xueqi retreated again. At some point, she had already backed up to the edge of the arena, with nowhere left to retreat.
"Something's not right!"
It was even more perfect than when she used it herself.
Thus, Su Han calmly spoke to Lu Xueqi across from him.
"Your use of this sword move is still lacking. Remember to practice it more in the future."
Seeing Lu Xueqi retreat, Su Han did not pursue her and slightly lowered his sword.
"Should we stop them?"
Su Ru understood the situation when she saw this as well.
"If they cannot completely determine the victor today... then Su Han's existence may instead become an obstacle she cannot overcome, something that will remain on her mind."
But now, she believed it.
Su Ru's heart churned with shock. She had never seen such a heaven-defying swordsmanship prodigy.
"A short pain is better than a long one."
On the high platform.
Meanwhile, Su