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Two rounds of matches had ended, and the contestants gradually left the arena.

This was also meant to let the contestants face tomorrow's matches in better condition.

Suppressing their cultivation to the Primordial Spirit Realm did not actually put much strain on their meridians, but too many fights still left them out of sorts.

"Brother Luo, how did you defeat Liu Chuan with Formless Sword Qi just now without even moving?"

The Green-Robed Sword Cultivator stood beside Luo Yong, gesturing as he spoke.

He seemed to be reenacting Luo Yong's earlier moves, yet he could not capture their essence.

The sight of the two standing together was absurd in its own right.

One was the strongest contestant in this Sword Debate Tournament; the other had the most heaven-defying luck.

Almost nobody wanted to face Luo Yong, yet everyone wanted a match with the Green-Robed Sword Cultivator to test his strength.

Hearing his question, Luo Yong smiled wryly. "What Formless Sword Qi? I don't know anything like that. I don't even know why Liu Chuan conceded."

The Green-Robed Sword Cultivator clearly did not believe him. Luo Yong had already "displayed" unparalleled sword intent, which seemed to contain the supreme Great Dao itself, so everyone naturally assumed that he knew some extraordinary techniques.

This was not some flight of fancy. It was something everyone acknowledged.

"Come on, don't be so modest."

As he spoke, the Green-Robed Sword Cultivator pointed toward the side of the Sword Debate Tournament grounds, where a white-haired old man was hawking a "Diagram Analyzing Luo Yong's Sword Intent."

The diagram was covered in red lines that looked like demonic scribbles. "See that? They've already worked out eighteen variations of your 'Formless Sword Qi'!"

Every stance Luo Yong had taken earlier had been recorded and then drawn up here