Upon hearing Qi Ling's suggestion, Yang Wudi was also tempted, although he knew that Qi Ling's martial arts skills were equally amazing, after all, his swordsmanship had been praised by Chen Xin.
However, as a martial artist, Yang Wudi naturally possessed a strong sense of pride. If he were to back down before even engaging in battle, it would be tantamount to already having lost. Therefore, he gladly accepted Qi Ling's challenge.
"Since that's the case, then we don't need to follow too many rules. Let's just compete right here." Qi Ling said, drawing her Xuanyuan Sword. "Let's stop when we've reached a point of mutual respect and enjoy ourselves. Elder Yang Wudi, what do you think?"
Yang Wudi summoned his Soul Breaking Spear, twirling it twice in the air, and laughed, "Excellent! Alliance Leader, make your move!"
"Elder Yang, why don't you make the first move? I prefer to strike after the opponent has made their move," Qi Ling said with a smile.
"Alright, since that's the case, then I won't hold back!" Yang Wudi said, shaking his Soul Breaking Spear. The spearhead, like a venomous snake, swiftly and fiercely pierced towards Qi Ling.
As a spear, thrusting is naturally its strongest attack, and Qi Ling, without using her Soul Power, could only choose to dodge.
However, with Yang Wudi's spear technique, the more you dodge, the stronger his momentum will become, making him stronger and stronger. This is not only an attribute of the Soul Breaking Spear itself, but more importantly, it is Yang Wudi's exquisite control over his own spear momentum.
In each clash, it seemed that Yang Wudi had no way to deal with Qi Ling, but all the onlookers could see that Yang Wudi's spear was becoming heavier, faster, and stronger! This spear technique, similar to the Chaotic Cloak Hammer, shocked and terrified all the onlookers.
" The Breaking Clan truly lives up to their reputation!" Xiao Ye exclaimed. "With their spear skills alone, they are already invincible among their peers."
Qian Renxue nodded and said, "That's right. I've heard of the reputation of the Breaking Clan. As one of the most powerful martial Martial Soul, the Soul Master's own aptitude will greatly affect the upper limit of this Martial Soul, and Yang Wudi is obviously an excellent opponent."
"However, the best way to deal with this kind of martial art is to completely interrupt the opponent's spear momentum before he can fully unleash it, preventing him from accumulating that momentum. Qi Ling should know this, but why hasn't he stopped Yang Wudi's spear yet?"
Just as Qian Renxue said, Qi Ling not only did not try to stop Yang Wudi's spear, but seemed to be deliberately encouraging Yang Wudi's spear momentum, only dodging and blocking, without any intention of direct confrontation.
Bibi Dong observed Qi Ling's actions thoughtfully and said, "My little brother seems to have some reason for doing this. He seems to be proving something, or perhaps searching for something. In short, there's a hint of confusion in his swordsmanship."
"Confused?" Qian Renxue and Xiao Ye were taken aback. Although they could be considered top-notch experts, their vision was far inferior to Bibi Dong's.
Yang Wudi, who was in the field, had the same thoughts as Bibi Dong. He didn't understand why Qi Ling didn't stop his gun, but since Qi Ling did so, there must be a reason. He could only carry out his marksmanship to the end.
After all, for the Breaking Clan, there is nothing else in their battles except offense. It is precisely this almost brutal fighting style that gives them such astonishing offensive capabilities.
When Yang Wudi's spear technique reached its peak, it became much more difficult for Qi Ling to defend against his attacks. Even dodging became extremely difficult, and a single mistake could end the match.
Despite this situation, Qi Ling remained calm, like a small boat in a storm, yet no matter how strong the waves, they could not capsize him.
It was at this moment that the onlookers realized that Qi Ling's martial arts skills were so exquisite that she could impress everyone even without relying on her own strength.
The current situation is that Qi Ling and Yang Wudi are pushing their limits. No matter how strong Yang Wudi's spear technique is, it will eventually have its limits, just like the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer also has its own end. It cannot grow indefinitely.
Qi Ling's limit is his limit in dodging. The match will end when he can no longer dodge Yang Wudi's attacks.
As the battle intensified, both sides reached their limits. Yang Wudi had reached his attack limit, and Qi Ling could also feel that he was finding it increasingly difficult to defend himself.
Finally, facing Yang Wudi's final strike, Qi Ling gracefully retreated, exiting Yang Wudi's attack range. Sheathing her sword, she said, "Elder Yang Wudi is indeed formidable. I couldn't withstand that final strike!"
Yang Wudi deftly released the force, propped his spear on the ground, and said, "You flatter me, Alliance Leader!"
The two sides delivered a thrilling performance, which was undoubtedly a top-level match. In terms of skill alone, it was already considered to be among the world's best.
After that, everyone dispersed, but Qi Ling remained in her room, deep in thought.
"What's wrong, little brother? You look so gloomy. Are you troubled by something?" Just then, Bibi Dong walked into Qi Ling's room and sat down opposite him.
Qi Ling smiled helplessly and said, "Even you noticed, sister? Yes, I do have some worries, but I don't know how to put it."
"Let me guess, are you troubled because even though your skills have reached the pinnacle, you always feel something is not quite right in battle?" Bibi Dong said.
Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Qi Ling exclaimed in surprise, "That's right, that's right, that's exactly the feeling! Sister!"
"I consider myself second to none in swordsmanship, but every time I fight with a sword, I always feel something is not quite right, a rather frustrating feeling! I don't know why."
"Young man, your situation is actually quite common," Bibi Dong said. "It's like some people who are proficient in various musical instruments, but can't infuse their emotions into them, and ultimately can't play music that can move people's hearts. Your problem isn't with you, it's with the sword."
"A sword?" Qi Ling was taken aback. "Does that mean I'm actually not suited to using a sword?"
"It's not that it's unsuitable, but rather that there are weapons more suitable for you," Bibi Dong said. "If the suitability of a weapon for a person is 100%, then the sword is 100% suitable for you. But what you're looking for now is a weapon that's 120% perfect for you."
"A weapon that allows you to fully unleash your power and gives you a thrill!" Bibi Dong said. "That's right, a thrill!"