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And now, on the arena platform, with his layered formations completely countered by his opponent's Spirit Stone-burning tactic, Wen Xu decided to try using a sword.

It was an experiment. He had not considered what would happen if he lost. After all, compared to the dreadful consequences of losing a gamble in the past—death—he did not care that much about winning or losing in Yonglu Mountain's Sect Grand Competition.

"Look! The Windfold Fan has turned into the Windfold Sword! Is he going to—"

Bian Chunchou had originally thought Wen Xu was preparing to reenact that instant-kill formation, just as he had when facing Senior Sister Huo Shengyin last time. But he soon realized... that did not seem to be it. Wen Xu was genuinely using a sword.

Was the money-burning style really this hard to fight?

"Break it with force. His sword has changed." Chen Zui's eyes instantly lit up. "Look, his sword isn't as hollow as before. Did you see that clearly?"

Bian Chunchou: ...Wasn't a sword just a solid lump of iron? Where was the hollow part? Why did it look about the same to him? At most, it was just... faster...

"Holy shit, so fast!" Those hands had to have been single for at least a hundred years!

"It is fast, but I think he can go even faster." Chen Zui's eyes shone even brighter.

Compared with Chen Zui's eagerness to try, Han Yu, who was facing Wen Xu, was in far less pleasant spirits. His opponent had suddenly changed his method of attack, and the sword was so fast that his talismans actually... could not quite keep up.

His talisman attacks had been defeated by many people, but never before had someone defeated them in speed. He was done for. He had thought drawing the Little