Wang Yang clearly hadn't seen that last message.
Although no actual footage of the martial arts academy tournament had leaked, several hundred people had participated. It was perfectly normal for one of them to enjoy watching livestreams and happen to have seen Xu Ziming.
Once Wang Yang revealed his sword momentum, the battle officially began.
His steps were swift and rhythmic, his movements nimble as he traced an arc through the air and landed precisely opposite Xu Ziming.
Immediately afterward, his gleaming sword shot toward Xu Ziming's chest. Despite his glib tongue, he had already achieved twenty consecutive wins, and naturally didn't want to lose.
Right from his first move, he used his strongest technique, unleashing considerable power.
Watching the sword light flash toward him, Xu Ziming suddenly felt a little delighted.
Whatever else could be said about this guy, he did have some skill. After twenty consecutive wins, the system had finally matched Xu Ziming with someone decent.
Xu Ziming didn't choose to attack first. After all, he was worried his opponent wouldn't last three seconds.
However, he didn't realize that dodging in this almost teasing manner was even more infuriating.
Wang Xu's sword was fast, but it amounted to little before Xu Ziming. He dodged it without even using the Heavenly Demon Dance.
Seeing his first strike miss, Wang Xu pushed off hard and immediately launched a second strike.
Clang!
Xu Ziming blocked the attack directly with his sword, then darted aside.
Feeling the vibrations transmitted through the hilt, Wang Xu found his wrist tingling. Something was wrong.
"How is he so strong?"
Yet he didn't dare relax in the slightest. He had only just mocked the guy. If he lost now, where would he hide his face in the future?
He swiftly twisted his wrist, sweeping his