Indeed, as the cheers from the audience grew louder, Fang Yu's sword techniques suddenly accelerated.
"What is this?!"
Cun Lixin's heart jumped, and by the time he thought about parrying, it was already too late.
He could discern the trajectory of Fang Yu's sword techniques, and predict where the next strike would fall.
But his body couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed of attack.
Fast!
Too fast!
Consciousness and seasoned Sword Dao experience allowed him to anticipate the opponent's sword techniques in advance, yet the gap in strength meant that even with such an advantage, he couldn't evade the offensive.
Hiss!!
A flash of the sword's shadow, and Cun Lixin's chest bore a new wound.
Wincing in pain, Cun Lixin's movements slowed by a half beat, allowing Fang Yu to suddenly close in, placing his sword against his neck.
"You've lost." Fang Yu spoke.
"..."
Cun Lixin looked up at Fang Yu, his expression complicated.
