At the sight, the others all moved at once.
Situ Wudi stepped forward, the ground beneath his foot collapsing with a rumble. Using the recoil, he lunged several meters ahead, his presence savage and domineering, and swung his right arm with all his strength, smashing a fist toward Nalan Wushe.
"Come on, let me see what you're made of!"
What he had mastered was actually the Xingyi Pounding Fist.
Nalan Wushe clicked his tongue, raised his hand, and circled it around, catching the fist in his palm.
Li Da swept his spear upward, driving straight for Gu Feiyan's throat.
Yang Cuo moved half a beat too late. Seemingly muttering a few curses, he turned and circled toward the two old men in long robes and riding jackets.
Figures darted across the platform, throwing it into instant chaos.
Now that Chen Baihu had escaped, they had no more misgivings or restraints. Naturally, they would fight to their hearts' content, then bring this battle to a definitive end. Facing the blade flashing down at him, Lian Youming swayed like a weighted tumbler, his feet rooted to the ground while his body rocked left and right, his arms spreading as he swung backward.
One advanced and the other retreated, the retreat swift, the advance urgent.
Gan Xuansu's long hair hung loose, his wooden clogs striking the ground in flying steps. The Ōdachi in his hands slashed once to either side with sharp swishes. The blade flashes converged, suddenly becoming White Rainbow Pierces the Sun, aimed straight at the neck of the man before him, but every attack missed.
"Still not drawing your sword?"
Lian Youming's expression remained unchanged as he withdrew several steps. "If I defeat you today, I'll need only one move!"
There was already little expression left on Gan Xuansu's face.