บท 35: Winner

As Zhang Li thought of this, he suddenly gripped his sword tightly, leaping high above the air, bringing his sword down at Zhao Song from a height while ignoring defense or evasion.

Just when he was about to strike Zhao Song, he glanced at Zhao Song's face. His mind shuddered. Zhao Song's face was filled with disdain.

Right when the strike was about to land, Zhao Song held out a hand, clasping the falling sword with his palm.

"Is that all you've got?"

Silence descended across the arena.

Up on the stage, elder Yang stood up in shock. "This...Zhang Li is so close to the third level of body forging realm. When he carries out a grade five offensive martial art with piercing powers, how can it be caught in one's hand."

The other elders also stared at the scene in surprise.

Zhang Li, one of top candidates this time, was being dealt with so easily?

Wang Chun had a smile on his face.