"That actually worked?"
Everyone below the stage stared at Jun Wangchen, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.
They were certain Hete Xixi had swung his sword, yet not a single Sword Mark appeared on Jun Wangchen. Instead, he strolled leisurely across the Tournament Stage. Could Hete Xixi no longer unleash the terrifying Sword Energy he had produced earlier?
While doubts swirled through the crowd, a thunderous boom rang through Hete Xixi's mind as he swung his sword, his eyes filling with horror.
His swordsmanship pursued speed and destructive power. With Boundless Falling Leaves Rustle Down, each strike was faster than the last, each blow more destructive.
Yet now, Jun Wangchen seemed to have seen through his swordsmanship.
Like a dancing butterfly, he fluttered beneath Hete Xixi's blade. Every time the Sword Energy was about to strike him, he narrowly slipped away.
It was as though he were dancing on the sword's tip.
And the real kicker was that Jun Wangchen's dancing was downright... flamboyant.
Why? Why can he dodge my swordsmanship?
At that moment, Hete Xixi's mind was completely consumed by confusion.
With his Earth Tier strength, no one in the Black Tier could evade the swordsmanship he unleashed. Only Earth Tier martial artists or people exceptionally sensitive to Sword Energy could manage such a feat.
But Jun Wangchen was neither an Earth Tier martial artist nor someone exceptionally sensitive to Sword Energy, yet he could evade every slash with perfect timing.
Could he possess an ability to sense sources of danger?
"Such immense soul power! Is he a Grandmaster Level (Fourth Grade) alchemist?!" Outside the Tournament Stage, the Cold Heavenly King froze, a startling gleam bursting from his eyes.
As a Heavenly-Rank Martial Artist, he could clearly sense the vast soul power enveloping the Tournament Stage. Jun Wangchen was