Wan Weiyi was the strongest of all the participants this time. His sword did not pursue overwhelming destructive power, only the ultimate killing force.
At present, no one could evade his sword, nor could anyone take one of his strikes head-on without dying.
Now, an exception had appeared.
Wan Weiyi stared at Owl in disbelief. Owl's throat did not seem particularly well defended, so why had it blocked his sword?
"How did you do that? I did not lose focus at all, yet your sword appeared at my throat as if time had stopped. Could it actually be time stop?" Owl asked.
Wan Weiyi abruptly retreated, glanced at his sword, and said flatly, "Do you think I would tell you the secret of my swordsmanship?"
"How about this? I'll answer one question of yours first, and then you answer one of mine. That would be fair, wouldn't it?" Owl said, changing his approach.
Wan Weiyi considered it and said, "Fine. Then... how did you defend against my sword?"
"Because my body is strong enough. Isn't that an obvious fact?" Owl tore open his clothes, revealing a body full of muscles as he answered confidently.
Those clothes definitely would not survive the coming fight, so he might as well destroy them himself now.
"What kind of joke is that?!"
Wan Weiyi clearly could not accept that answer.
If Owl was telling the truth, cultivating such a powerful body would absolutely require an extremely long time. But Owl?
He had not cultivated for long at all. Earlier intelligence had also shown that Owl's body was not especially powerful, merely a notch above ordinary people. How could he suddenly possess such an overwhelmingly powerful physique?
Wan Weiyi did not believe Owl's body was truly strong enough to defend against his swordsmanship. There had