"The match begins!"
As the referee's voice faded, the atmosphere on the arena instantly shifted.
Zhao Qingyue did not immediately charge forward. Instead, he gently nudged his Qingyue Sword with a finger, his expression relaxed. As he pushed it, the Qingyue Sword let out a clear ringing sound!
In the very next instant, before the chime could even fade from the crowd's ears, the blade flashed like a streak of white light, arriving right before Su Yu.
Such a fast sword!
Numerous experts paled in shock. The speed of this strike completely exceeded the visual limits of a Martial Artist. Before they could even react, the sword light had already struck out. How could Su Yu possibly block this? Many had already made up their minds, believing Su Yu would be defeated in a single strike and the match was effectively over.
