On the best viewing stand, a Regional Lord studied the mirrored image for a while, then turned to Wei Mo beside him. "Even successive killing moves couldn't do anything to Shi Chun. With Mulan Qingqing's cultivation level, her chances look slim."
Wei Mo made no response.
But anyone with a discerning eye who knew the Suyuan Sect's methods could see that Mulan Qingqing's strength lay in those two killing moves, in their elusive nature and lightning speed. Once those advantages failed to overcome her opponent, the tide could easily turn.
The Regional Lords seated there were all knowledgeable. They did not need to see what came next. Mulan Qingqing's prolonged failure to defeat Shi Chun alone told them she had likely hit a stumbling block. Their clash had reached a watershed; what mattered now was whether she could cross it.
Chi Rang frowned, his lips pressed tight.
In the Suyuan Sect's seats, Ji Qinghe and the others wore grave expressions that would not ease.
Yet to the vast majority, Mulan Qingqing's magical attacks still held a firm upper hand, beating Shi Chun into a purely defensive position with no strength to strike back. Most of those who cared about him were on edge.
Amid the sea of white, however, Shi Chun remained neither arrogant nor impatient, easily evading the flying sword's repeated shots. It was not that his movements were fast; he could predict its killing trajectory from the direction it pointed and dodge a step ahead.
In short, he simply circled in place to evade it. All he needed to do was maintain his own territory and keep his opponent from breaking through.
He had long since studied and compared their respective strengths and weaknesses. Unless he had no other choice or absolute confidence, he would never leap high