Li Shen kept his sword raised, his gaze fixed on Kyrian.
'He attacked exactly like me…' The thought repeated in his mind.
He was not someone easily shaken. Years of training had shaped his discipline. Even so, what had just happened made no sense.
In the stands, the shock spread as well.
"That… Kyrian used the same movement as Li Shen, didn't he?"
"It was identical!"
"Not just similar. It was exactly the same!"
Some experienced cultivators leaned forward, mentally analyzing the last clash. The cadence. The angle. The timing.
There was no difference.
In the arena, Li Shen took a deep breath. If it was a coincidence, he would confirm it.
If it wasn't… then he was facing something far stranger than he had imagined. He advanced again.
This time, his Qi did not remain only as bodily reinforcement. He focused it entirely on the sword. The blue blade began to emit an intense glow, a layer of energy vibrating around the edge, compressed and sharpened.
