Their reactions differed: Team One's captain sighed, while the marshals of the Three Armies on the platform looked distinctly appreciative.
"This Li Chenglong really is devious. He started out speaking softly and gently, drawing Bu Yunxiao into his own rhythm. What's more, he came prepared, building his momentum all the way and seizing the initiative before the fight. Bu Yunxiao clearly hadn't prepared for this... without realizing it, he let Li Chenglong drag him into spouting literary flourishes, and his agitation showed in every word."
"Devious indeed, and calculating. He certainly deserves that appraisal of A Generation's Military Strategist."
"Not bad, not bad. This kid is sly enough."
"A sneaky little bastard!"
Li Chenglong would never have imagined that the entrance he had racked his brains to devise, all to carry out his established policy and fashion himself into a refined, poised, scholarly general, would turn out like this.
Because the three marshals already knew his appraisal of A Generation's Military Strategist by heart, they judged this natural display to be premeditated cunning and ruthlessness.
Alas, what a tragedy.
"Please!"
"Please!"
Li Chenglong stepped back first and saluted with his sword clasped before him. Bu Yunxiao followed suit, likewise saluting with his sword.
Then two streaks of cold light shot skyward, and the two were already locked in combat!
From their very first moves, they clashed with utter intensity, both unleashing their full strength!
In just an instant, their figures vanished from sight. All that remained were two streaks of cold light tumbling across the arena, entwined with each other.
As the contest continued, Xiang Bing held her breath, watching the arena in extreme anxiety, yet deep down she regretted having quarreled with Li Chenglong just now.
Now... she had ruined most of her own already unimpressive image, and