Lin Yu walked off the stage with a somewhat pale face.
There was an unavoidable sense of loss in her eyes, but more was an acceptance.
"I'm sorry... I did my best."
She walked over to Fang Qingyu's side, her voice carrying a trace of fatigue.
"You fought well." Fang Qingyu gently patted her shoulder, "Your opponent's ability just happened to counter yours, holding out for so long was already tough."
Lu Jiuyuan's opponent was an extremely fierce swordman with saber technique as fast as a phantom at Tier Two Peak.
Old Lu's swordsmanship was calm and seasoned, with an impenetrable defense.
But the opponent's sword momentum was too swift and violent, like a storm.
After nearly a hundred rounds of fierce battle, Lu Jiuyuan finally showed a slight flaw in defense due to insufficient total Qi Blood brought by the cultivation gap, under the opponent's successive fierce attacks.
Slash!
A streak of saber light so fast it was almost invisible flashed by.
