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Both contestants were at the Five Level, with Piercing Sun on the verge of exhaustion and the Phoenix's Cry just beginning to rise clear and distinct.
Everything happened all of a sudden. The two swords clashed with a metallic ring, and Yan Caiyue's sword suddenly tilted out of control. The youth's pupils contracted sharply, and all his previous arrogance was about to come at a price.
Zhang Jingbi's sword was also somewhat out of control, as parrying continuously had indeed caused his wrist to go numb. But facing such a huge opening, even an imperfect sword thrust was sufficient to reach the opponent's throat.
Zhang Jingbi's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched tightly and trembling. Anyone could see the flame in the youth's heart... He had kept this news to himself, just to create a sensation at this moment!
But on the platform, Pei Ye had slightly raised his eyebrows. "Is this the [Pine Born in Mist]?"