Zuan, who was drinking tea on the referee's stand, almost spat it out. What was going on?
The disciples around the arena were also dumbfounded. It was just a toothpick, how could it be so big?
However, considering Wu Xiaofan's reputation, the group thought that perhaps they hadn't figured out the mystery, and they saw that Wan Guiyi on the stage had a solemn expression.
Wan Guiyi was naturally solemn at this moment, because he felt that he was being locked onto by an inexplicable aura.
"Brother Wan, be careful." Wu Xiaofan warned, then waved his hands forward, and the toothpick-like object transformed into a streak of light and shot towards the other party.
Wan Guiyi felt a sudden sense of alarm and hurriedly used his footwork to quickly dodge to the side, but unfortunately he was still a fraction too slow. A bloody gash appeared on his arm, still grazed by the toothpick.
He suddenly turned around, and after the toothpick flew past, it suddenly turned back, like a miniature flying sword.
The key point is that the reversal was completely unexpected and very fast, as if it did not follow the laws of motion at all.
Wan Guiyi dared not dodge anymore, but instead swung his sword and thrust it at the toothpick.
bite!
With a crisp sound, he had accurately hit the toothpick.
Gasps of surprise rose from the audience, who were clearly impressed that Wan Guiyi had managed to accurately pierce such a tiny toothpick under such circumstances.
Keep in mind that because the speed was so fast, they couldn't even see it clearly, let alone hit it at high speed.
The toothpick was spun around and sent flying, then quickly attacked again from another angle like a ghost.
Wan Guiyi's expression changed, and he unleashed his swordsmanship to its fullest extent.
The entire arena gleamed with cold light, and sword energy crisscrossed everywhere.
The toothpick appeared and disappeared unpredictably, forming a spherical attack net around him, attacking him from all directions at precise angles.
Because of its high speed, the friction with the air created streaks of light and shadow.
On the high platform, Guan Chouhai's expression changed: "Is this sword control technique?"
True sword control can only be achieved by a Grandmaster of the Soul Realm. After cultivating a Yin Spirit, one can attach oneself to objects and, in a literal sense, take a person's head from a thousand miles away.
Of course, even among those at the Grandmaster level, some exceptionally talented individuals can perform a simplified version of sword control techniques over short distances.
Even in its simplest form, the sword control technique is incredibly powerful and difficult to defend against.
And everyone who can find the method of sword control can be considered an unparalleled genius.
Wang Wuxie humbly replied, "It can't be considered a true sword control technique; it's just his own natal magic weapon that he cultivated."
Although he spoke in a plain tone, those around him could hear the pride in his voice.
A group of people stared at Wan Tongtian, some with curiosity. Wan Guiyi was now at a disadvantage, so why wasn't he worried at all? Could it be…?
Soon, the group had their answer. Wan Guiyi stopped thrusting his sword and instead held it in both hands in front of him. Immediately afterward, a terrifying sword aura rose up, and a magnified longsword phantom appeared on the arena, centered on his body.
At this point, no matter how tricky or unpredictable the angle of the toothpick, it was always deflected away every time it hit the phantom of the longsword.
Wan Guiyi opened his eyes and sneered, "When it comes to swordsmanship, I'm the professional!" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hands and slashed down, and a huge sword aura slashed directly down at Wu Xiaofan.
Wu Xiaofan's pupils contracted sharply, and a light shield instantly formed around his body.
The sword energy struck the light barrier with a loud boom, sending dust flying everywhere. The entire arena was even split in two.
Feng Wuchang of Guanxin Peak's eyelids twitched; this was all money!
Apart from him, everyone else was more concerned about the outcome of the match, with countless eyes fixed on the center of the smoke and dust.
Wu Xiaofan's figure slowly appeared. Compared to before, his clothes were now mostly torn, obviously injured by the sword energy.
His face was covered in dirt and grime in several places. No one had seen him in such a disheveled state since the start of this competition.
"You actually blocked it?" Wan Guiyi was taken aback. "But it doesn't matter. Let's see how many more swords you can withstand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another huge sword aura formed and slashed towards the opponent.
The sword energy had completely locked onto the opponent, leaving him no chance to dodge.
Wu Xiaofan's expression turned solemn. With a wave of his hand, the toothpick stopped its futile attack and returned to his hand.
Wan Guiyi sneered inwardly. "Trying to block my giant sword with something so tiny? I'll just cleave you in two with one strike later."
He had been infuriated by the toothpick's agility and unpredictability, and now that he finally had a chance to confront it head-on, how could he not be excited?
However, his smile quickly froze, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"It's so big!"
Someone said something, and everyone's attention was drawn to the object in Wu Xiaofan's hand.
The tiny toothpick seemed to have taken some kind of magic potion, and it grew rapidly in the wind, quickly becoming a huge stick tens of feet long, no less than the giant sword opposite, and even three-tenths larger.
Wu Xiaofan roared and swung the big stick at the giant sword.
A deafening explosion rang out, the sound of both sides' vital energies shattering and annihilating.
The two people on the stage swayed, and blood trickled from the corners of their mouths at the same time, clearly indicating that they had both suffered serious internal injuries.
Wan Guiyi finally realized what the other party meant when they said, "Mine is very big, just bear with it."
Nevertheless, a fierce fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, and he swung his greatsword again: "Again!"
Wu Xiaofan also roared repeatedly, no longer displaying his usual calm and collected demeanor.
The club and the greatsword collided countless times in the sky, and the terrifying energy fluctuations required several referees to reinforce the arena's barrier to prevent injuries to the surrounding spectators.
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