Who says that victory and defeat must involve making a move?
What does this mean?
Nangong Yun was slightly stunned upon hearing this!
At that moment, the folding fan in Gu Changsheng's hand flashed past his face again, creating a gentle breeze!
"It's just a martial duel. If I, Gu Changsheng, want to win, then I win. Why bother making a move?"
The cold and arrogant voice echoed in Nangong Yun's ear, filled with infinite arrogance and recklessness, like a king looking down on the masses, speaking indifferently to the ants before him.
For some reason, at this moment, Nangong Yun suddenly felt distracted, his figure stiffening, his longsword in hand forgotten...
The heat!
Uncertain if it was the powerlessness before Gu Changsheng that made him anxious, Nangong Yun suddenly felt an unbearable heat...
A single spark can start a prairie fire!
