"What should I do?"
The thought suddenly surfaced in Gao Yuntian's mind.
He was locked in a contest of strength with Qin An, yet that saber had risen straight into the air and was stabbing toward his back.
If he ignored it and kept fighting Qin An, it would pierce straight through him.
But if he focused on dealing with the saber, how would he handle Qin An?
That saber alone had already trapped him between a rock and a hard place.
Gao Yuntian gritted his teeth and made his choice at the critical moment.
He met Qin An's right fist with his right palm, while his left hand swept back toward Cold Star.
Everyone watching sighed at the sight.
Those present were all top experts from various circuit-level cities.
They knew Gao Yuntian had made the only viable choice.
But in their eyes, that choice had already put him at a disadvantage.
Fighting Qin An alone was difficult enough. Now he had to divide his attention to deal with the Straight Saber behind him.
How could Gao Yuntian split his focus and perform at his best on both fronts?
Boom!
A terrifying roar rang out.
Gao Yuntian's palm slammed into Cold Star, and the shockwave swept across the ground.
The instant the roar sounded, Gao Yuntian's pupils contracted.
That's the Three-Blade Fusion Secret Art. How can he still use it?
Three waves of force erupted from Cold Star, each faster and stronger than the last.
Gao Yuntian knew it well. This was Qin An's proudest Secret Art: Three-Blade Fusion.
Agonizing pain shot through his palm, but he gritted his teeth and resisted Cold Star's assault.
Before long, Cold Star's momentum slowed.
Gao Yuntian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had blocked the attack.
But before joy could rise