"What do you think, Old Song?"
In the contestant viewing area, a somewhat cynically laid-back youth asked the stern-faced young man next to him, who was crossing his arms.
Song Nanxing glanced at him and replied indifferently, "What are you referring to... don't call me Old Song, Wei Junwu, I'm not that close to you."
Wei Junwu waved his hand, "Look what you're saying, we're all buddies here... I was talking about that strike from Xue Jing just now."
As he said it, he uncertainly added, "Um, it should count as a 'sword' I guess."
"What do you think?"
Song Nanxing did not respond immediately, instead remaining silent for a while before he finally spoke softly,
"It's not suitable."
Wei Junwu smiled and said, "Oh? What's not suitable, let's hear it."
Song Nanxing looked at him and calmly stated, "That killing move and that weapon are completely mismatched."
"They are almost diametrically opposed extremes... but because of that, they are very terrifying."
