Bai Li's sword followed him like a shadow, the tip stopping three inches from his throat.
The chill was bone-piercing.
The Swordsman froze in place, cold sweat instantly drenching his back.
"I concede," he said, his voice hoarse.
From start to finish, it had been less than ten seconds.
Bai Li retracted her sword, sheathed it, and turned to walk off the stage.
Throughout the entire process, she hadn't said a single word, and even her breathing remained steady.
Low gasps of amazement rose from the audience.
"The East Sea Bai Family's Observing Ruins Sword Step truly lives up to its reputation."
"How are you supposed to defend against a Body Technique that's practically teleportation?"
"Looks like this year's hired experts are more monstrous than the last…"
Xu Wuyi watched Bai Li's retreating figure as she returned to the Bai Family's section, his gaze hardening slightly.
In that last match, the Body Technique Bai Li had displayed was indeed bizarre.
