"My speed matched yours, but my sword was more yielding! Softness could overcome hardness! I created this move just for you. I call it Softness Overcomes Hardness!"
Yang Yi gave a cold laugh. "Now you can enjoy it!"
Swish, swish, swish...
Yang Yi unleashed an incomparably gentle Sword Art, his Long Sword striking without pause.
Then—
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
A crisp ringing sounded.
In almost an instant, Yang Yi's Long Sword struck Zong Kun's Heavy Saber more than a dozen times. It was not that Yang Yi had launched a dozen separate attacks in that brief span.
Rather, when Yang Yi's attack...
...struck Zong Kun's Heavy Saber the first time, it immediately changed direction. Like a loach, it slid on to strike another spot.
And with every strike, the force of Zong Kun's Heavy Saber diminished sharply!
After only a moment of this, the power of Zong Kun's Heavy Saber had fallen to its lowest point. Almost none of its might remained!
"How is that possible?!" Zong Kun cried, his face darkening.
Among the crowd.
"The too-rigid break easily; those who know how to yield remain undefeated!" Qin Hao's eyes lit up. "Yang Yi's understanding of the Law of the Sword has reached such depths."
"Senior Brother Yang is certain to win," Mu Ziqing said firmly. "Zong Kun is no match for him."
"Mm." Qin Hao nodded slightly. "With this move, Yang Yi should have no trouble holding his place in the Top Hundred."
And that was indeed the case.
Zong Kun's Heavy Saber had already made the eighty contestants ranked 101st through 180th wary of him—or, more precisely, the sixty-nine who remained.
Now Yang Yi had defeated Zong Kun as well.
Anyone else who wanted to take on Yang Yi would have to think twice.
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