Lin Jingtian didn't want to clash head‑on with Yang Qi in terms of raw power, because he could feel he really wasn't Yang Qi's match there, but this set of Swordsmanship could handle Yang Qi.
It made it impossible for Yang Qi to lock onto him.
"What a strange move… I wonder how Yang Qi's going to deal with it?"
Everyone watched this battle, all tense to the extreme.
Most people didn't want Yang Qi to win, because they revered authority, yet didn't want some nobody to rise up.
To them, a grassroots reversal was something utterly intolerable.
"Boring tricks!"
Yang Qi shook his head and said, "Ever heard the saying 'brute strength crushes ten kinds of skill'? In front of true power, all your fancy moves are nothing but pointless bravado."
As he spoke, a sword appeared in Yang Qi's hand.
A golden longsword forged from Alchemy Blade.
To deal with a mere quasi–Martial Spirit, Yang Qi didn't even need to bring out the Dragon God Sword.
