How was this possible?
Xue Yongge stood in the creek, his hands empty, speechless with shock.
He had never thought he could defeat Gu Qing easily, but he had imagined that this sword contest would surely be fierce and spectacular, with victory decided only at the very end.
Even if he lost, his defeat would be honorable, earning the envy of his fellow students at the Sword-Washing Pavilion and the praise of his teachers.
Who could have imagined this outcome?
Gu Qing did not seize the opportunity to attack him. He stood on the other side of the creek with his sword in hand, waiting quietly.
Xue Yongge finally came to his senses.
His face felt as though it were burning.
The intense humiliation made him completely forget what had happened three years earlier.
He let out a shout.
The Flying Sword in the creek suddenly rose again. The water instantly turned to white mist, and more than a dozen tongues of flame sprang from the blade!
The burning Flying Sword slashed toward Gu Qing with a scorching wave of heat!
Six Dragons Sword Arts!
Xue Yongge's great-uncle was an elder of Shiyue Peak. He had actually learned this true sword art in secret!
Although his Six Dragons Sword Arts fell far short of the power Gu Qing had displayed three years ago, how could Gu Qing counter it when he was forbidden to use the peaks' true sword arts?
No one noticed that Gu Qing's left hand had also come to rest on his sword hilt at some point.
The burning sword arrived!
Gu Qing bent his left knee slightly, turned his body a little, tightened his chest and abdomen, and raised his sword into the air to strike with all his strength.
The motion he used was not