Lu Yu smiled faintly without answering, merely tightening his grip on the sword in his hand. At this moment, he would answer every doubt and jeer with his own strength.
The battle was on the verge of erupting. Li Xuan swiftly launched his attack, unleashing an endless stream of dazzling skills and equipment effects as he tried to force Lu Yu into a disadvantage. Yet Lu Yu relied on his exceptional footwork and unyielding will to neutralize his opponent's attacks time and time again.
"How is this possible?!" Li Xuan stared at Lu Yu in shock. He discovered that his skills and equipment had become utterly powerless before Lu Yu. Lu Yu seized the opportunity to counterattack, sword in hand, his figure moving across the battlefield as freely as Ghostly.
Every swing of his sword was accompanied by a brilliant streak of sword light that seemed capable of tearing through space itself. Li Xuan gradually found himself unable to keep up. He realized that he could not withstand Lu Yu's attacks at all. Finally, in a fierce clash, Lu Yu's sword pierced through Li Xuan's armor and knocked him to the ground.
"The match is over!" The referee's voice rang out across the arena, and the spectators erupted in thunderous applause and cheers. They had witnessed an unbelievable battle, witnessed how Lu Yu had defeated an opponent armed with excellent equipment and formidable skills using only his physical strength and martial soul.
Lu Yu stood on the arena stage, listening to the cheers around him as an indescribable surge of excitement and pride rose within him. He had done it. He had proven with his own strength that even without skills or equipment, he could become the strongest soul master.
"Lu Yu, you did well!" Lei Zhentian stepped out from