Clang!
A crisp sound rang out.
Ye Lin caught the blade between two fingers.
Before Baili Tusu could react, Ye Lin slid his hand along the blade and struck him square in the chest with his palm.
"Pfft."
In an instant, Baili Tusu spat a mouthful of blood and flew backward.
Ye Lin did not hesitate. He slowly raised his right hand.
Five streams of Sword Qi appeared behind him.
Looking down at Baili Tusu, Ye Lin thrust out his palm.
The five streams of Sword Qi tore through the void, piercing Baili Tusu's body one after another.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft.
The five streams of Sword Qi ran Baili Tusu clean through.
His body struck the Arena like a sheet of paper flung to the ground.
The Long Sword fell from his hand onto the Arena.
He lay there quietly, without moving.
Dead?
Impossible.
Ye Lin stood in the void and watched him in silence.
He did not believe this man was really so weak.
As for whether Baili Tusu was dead, Ye Lin was certain he was not.
"Is Baili Tusu... dead?"
"How could he be? He's one of the Eastern Region Top Hundred, and ranked near the top at that. How could he die?"
"Then what's he doing lying on the Arena? Sleeping?"
"Honestly, I was looking forward to this when I came, but what I've seen has been a real disappointment. I can't tell whether Baili Tusu is too weak or Ye Lin is too strong."
"Right. It's a complete crushing. I get the feeling Ye Lin hasn't gone all out."
"Isn't that obvious? They're both sword cultivators. Baili Tusu has used every trick up his sleeve, while Ye Lin hasn't even drawn a sword."
"Sigh. I can't follow the finer points of their fight,