Wang Mingshun gave a bitter laugh and stepped down from the Martial Arts Arena.
He knew his eagerness to prove himself had cost him his advantage. He deserved that loss.
Watching from the sidelines, Zhao Feng had spotted the underlying details.
The saber and sword techniques these two used were clearly martial arts of the embracing elixir force level. Their unpredictable variations subtly incorporated moves infused with true qi, and there was more than one kind. These two sects clearly had deep foundations in their respective saber and sword arts.
He also compared his Cloak Saber Technique with Sun Yu's saber technique. There was no comparison. The difference in their levels was too great.
If he used the Cloak Saber Technique against Sun Yu, even at complete mastery, he could only defend. Even with his two kinds of true qi and one kind of qi-and-blood force, his only chance would be to find an opening through a head-on clash-but that chance was exceedingly slim.
After defeating Wang Mingshun, Sun Yu had no chance to rest. Cheng Tianqing, the Northern Peak Sword Sect's second disciple, immediately entered the arena.
Those were the rules: an endurance match without any rest. Whoever remained standing in the arena at the end would be the winner.
"Make your move!" Dressed in moon-white swordsman's robes, Cheng Tianqing kept his eyes fixed on Sun Yu. As a swordsman, he had wanted to let Sun Yu rest for a moment, but his sect's honor was at stake, and the Exchange Gathering's rules called for an endurance match. Letting Sun Yu attack first was the only concession he could make.
Sun Yu gave a low shout, abruptly gathering the true qi remaining in his dantian. His fierce fight with Wang Mingshun had consumed too much of his internal energy