Huai Shi squinted his eyes, feeling that fleeting sharp aura behind him as his arm hair stood up.
The delayed wind carried the sound of tearing, the echo lingering.
Something sharp appeared briefly and thoroughly crushed everything.
Such swordsmanship is terrifying...
He shouldn’t be wasting words with Tobio, otherwise, he might have seen something just now.
He focused his complete attention on the field.
Under everyone’s witness, Jiechuan, fully armored, stepped into the arena, both sides bowed meticulously, then drew swords, crossing blades, a moment’s touch.
Both slowly retreated a step.
"With dignity—"
The referee raised his hand and cut: "Decide by one win!"
Instantly, a thunderous roar erupted from beneath the mask.
The explosive sound, so immense, even cracked the mask from the inside.
It was Jiechuan’s roar.
The terrifying boom spread instantaneously, blinding everyone, thoughts momentarily halted.
—Qi合!
One of the most common techniques in swordsmanship, unleashing all power at once, synchronizing breath, spirit, and physical strength by shouting while striking.
Ignoring the opponent’s actions, exerting full speed to the peak.
Putting life and death aside, the structure in Jiechuan’s hand instantly transformed from starry-eye to overhead, slashing downward:
"Face!"
In swordsmanship, effective strike points are the face, hands, abdomen, and throat; ’face’ is undoubtedly aimed at the head.
And Jiechuan’s method at the moment was a path of mutual destruction.
Learning from White Butterfly’s lesson, Jiechuan made no defenses, using Qi合 to seize an instant opportunity, abandoning all defense, betting everything on the offensive.
As long as he hits, regardless of whether he wins or survives, it’s equivalent to a win for Tobio.
This is a self-sacrificing sword!
Unfortunately, Xiangqu Yilang was unaffected by Qi合, remaining indifferent.
In the crossing moment, everyone heard his calm, low voice.
"Trunk!"
The cold blade pierced through Jiechuan’s back, blood spraying, dripping onto Xiangqu’s ten fingers from the sword hilt.
Victory is decided!
Expressionless, he pulled out the blade and tossed the dying Jiechuan to the ground, Xiangqu raised his head, looking at Huai Shi.
"Next one."
The last one...
"Alright, planning to defeat three in a row?"
In the silence, under everyone’s gaze, Huai Shi sighed once, shrugged, and stepped into the arena.
Draw the sword.
Even though he didn’t know if Yingzhou had a ’surrender loses half’ rule, he suddenly realized he might have a slight chance of winning...
Then, after ten practice trial lessons at Orchard Gym, the swordsmanship novice trainee most skilled in singing, dancing, and cello—Huai Zhisu steps into the fray!