Lu Yu's unwavering confidence sent a tremor through the black-clad figure.
His eyes darted to the Star Piercing Demonic Sword, a deep breath escaping his lips.
An unsettling premonition gnawed at him; the blade radiating from Lu Yu's hand emanated an aura far superior to the sword he wielded.
He tightened his grip on the hilt, attempting to steady himself. A nervous gulp followed, the fight suddenly draining from him. An instinctive sense of danger washed over him, a premonition that engaging Lu Yu would lead to a swift and brutal demise.
Unaware of the psychological warfare Lu Yu waged, the onlookers buzzed with confusion.
"Why aren't they fighting?"
"Probably sizing each other up, strategizing."
"Enough playing around! Get on with it already!"
"This pipsqueak needs a lesson from Jiang Ling's guard! Teach him some manners!"
"Yeah, who does he think he is, challenging us? Let's see if he's even worthy of a duel!"