"The Gentle Breeze Brushes Past the Willows!"
As the Ling Feng's sword move was executed, all the onlookers couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
This move, performed with Gang Qi, had multiplied its power, speed, and trickiness several times over.
Ling Xiao still not defeated?
"What a pity, that kid named Ling Xiao was maintaining his winning streak, but unfortunately, he's faced the Gang Qi-condensing Ling Feng," sighed Ling Zhan, ranked fourth in the Genius Hall.
"If Ling Zhan says so, then there definitely must be no mistake," someone echoed.
"With this move, let's see how you dodge it!"
Ling Feng's eyes gleamed with both resentment and excitement, for he knew he was only one step away from victory.
Many in the crowd showed expressions of schadenfreude.
Ling Chong, Ling Tieshou, Ling Ziran—these people had all been defeated by Ling Xiao and were narrow-minded to the core, unwilling to accept their losses.
