Not far away.
Bai Liao sat cross-legged on the railing of the preparation area, twirling a small white dagger in his hand. He grinned and sneered, "Tch... the Ghost Valley disciple seems to be nothing special. I thought he would easily crush all his opponents before the finals, but he's already stumped at the top 32. Heh..."
"when!"
Truman launched another surprise attack.
His blue lightsaber was once again blocked by Mu Xun's bronze rusted sword.
The lightsaber and the rusty sword made a "sizzling" sound as they rubbed against each other, and sparks flew out!
However, this stalemate only lasted a few seconds. Truman knew his attributes were far inferior to Mu Xun's, so he quickly released his force and retreated. Mu Xun, however, wanted to seize this opportunity. The two changed their footwork simultaneously, their feet striking each other repeatedly.
Two more sounds of weapons clashing rang out: "clang" and "bang".
Mu Xun shattered the lightsaber in Chu Men's hand and pierced his body with a single strike.
However, the Truman before them once again turned into an illusion and vanished.
Mu Xun fell silent.
"You seem a little angry?" Truman's voice came from behind Mu Xun. "Ghost Valley disciples have rich combat experience, so they shouldn't have any mental issues like anxiety, impatience, or frustration, right?"
Mu Xun glanced back at him.
His eyes remained cold and indifferent.
Anan scratched his head and said, "Although Truman's voice and tone are so serious... I always feel like he talks in a cheeky way."
Meng Feifei said angrily, "That guy is such a scheming bastard! Last time he clearly saw what I did, but he pretended not to see it to tease me. I only found out later..."
"If you think you can use a tug-of-war to try and mess with my mentality, you're overthinking it." Mu Xun slowly turned around and looked coldly at Chu Men: "We in Ghost Valley have special mental fortitude training. Your tricks are useless against me."
“Is that so?” Truman nodded slightly. “I think so too.”
“However, I really don’t want to waste any more time.” After Mu Xun finished speaking, he slowly raised the bronze rusted sword in his hand.
A bluish-green soul force slowly ignited on his body. Then, Mu Xun flicked his two fingers, gently tapping the sword.
With a "hum" of the sword, the sound spread through the air like ripples!
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