Chen Shi'an had not expected that the moment he unleashed his physical speed, he would draw repeated cries of astonishment from the crowd.
Even the senior figures of Desolate Suppression City on the Reviewing Platform turned their eyes toward him.
Qianshan Xue, Xiang Li, and Gu Qingyao were equally astonished.
On the arena platform, the disdain on Bu Jingkuang's face had long since vanished, replaced by surprise and disbelief.
However, confident that his cultivation surpassed Chen Shi'an's, he did not panic.
With a metallic ring, he swiftly drew the curved saber at his waist and slashed viciously at Chen Shi'an.
As he did, he said, "Before absolute strength, what good is being fas..."
Before he could finish, a cold gleam flashed as Chen Shi'an drew the Windbreaker Saber.
The Blade-Drawing Technique appeared once more, swift as lightning, cutting Bu Jingkuang's words short with a single slash.
Bu Jingkuang's expression changed drastically.
Earlier, he had gone to watch Chen Shi'an's fight with Fan Saihu.
However, he had gone to watch Fan Saihu, not Chen Shi'an.
In his eyes, Chen Shi'an was beneath notice.
Chen Shi'an had only beaten Fan Saihu through luck, because he had drawn his saber fast enough to catch her off guard.
Had Fan Saihu been prepared, Chen Shi'an would undoubtedly have lost.
Bu Jingkuang was already guarding against Chen Shi'an's Blade-Drawing Technique. However, he had still underestimated the speed of his draw. Before his curved saber could unleash its full power, Chen Shi'an's Windbreaker Saber had already slashed toward him.
Clang!
A crisp clash of metal rang out across the platform.
The Windbreaker Saber and the curved saber collided heavily.
Then something astonishing happened. Bu Jingkuang, who had just kept insisting that his blade must draw blood whenever it left its sheath, let out a muffled grunt