Shi Wenshan also realized that the only way to turn the tide was through the sword.
He didn't know why his master, Lin Yao, didn't make a move. Perhaps Lin Yao thought that if he used a weapon, he might not lose to Gongsun Yaoqin.
After all, there was a layer of soft armor under his clothes.
This close-fitting soft armor was like a second skin, deflecting the fierce force of Gongsun Yaoqin's two palms.
Although Shi Wenshan's internal organs were churning at this moment, the true qi in his dantian was still flowing like a trickle, maintaining its circulation and not completely extinguishing his life force.
Moreover, the wisp of poison he had secretly released during their earlier exchange was like a hidden venomous snake, quietly approaching Gongsun Yaoqin.
Even a tiny bit of it would disrupt the flow of her inner energy, creating an excellent opportunity for a counterattack.
Shi Wenshan became increasingly convinced that his master was not intervening in order to save face, and that he had to end this duel himself.
Thoughts raced through his mind like a revolving lantern. Shi Wenshan roared and slammed his palm heavily on the ground.
His figure shot up like an arrow released from a bow.
In mid-air, he precisely caught the sword that Shi Yujiao had thrown, the gilded patterns on the scabbard gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"Want to compete in swordsmanship? Fine! Today I'll make sure you lose without a word!"
Shi Wenshan's voice was like a booming bell, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.
Upon hearing this, Gongsun Yaoqin's lips curled into a cold smile, and the long sword she carried on her back was instantly drawn, bringing with it a chilling sword aura.
Just as Shi Wenshan landed after catching the sword, Gongsun Yaoqin pounced like a ghost, her sword tip aimed straight at his throat, her speed as fast as lightning.
Although no sword energy was unleashed, the true energy infused into the sword made its cold gleam even more dazzling.
Shi Wenshan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he instantly realized that this sword was actually a spirit sword. He secretly thought to himself that something was wrong.
Even though his soft armor could absorb some of the force, the sharpness of the spirit sword was something that soft armor could not withstand.
He dared not slacken in the slightest, and the true energy in his dantian surged like a tidal wave, instantly pouring into the longsword in his hand.
This sword also has an extraordinary origin; as a top-grade magical artifact, it is among the best magical swords.
However, there is ultimately an insurmountable gap between the magic sword and the spirit sword.
The two swords clashed, their sounds like thunderclaps, their blades flashing like lightning.
The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the training ground. Shi Wenshan's magic sword was easily deflected by Gongsun Yaoqin's spirit sword, and a shocking nick appeared on the blade in an instant.
The immense impact traveled along the sword, numbing his arm, causing his hand to split open and blood to gush out.
The blood and qi surged within the body, and the vital energy was like a wild horse, almost out of control.
Shi Wenshan's pupils contracted sharply, and the veins on his hand gripping the sword hilt bulged.
He had meticulously planned to turn the tide, but now, Gongsun Yaoqin's movements were light and her attacks increasingly fierce, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
He knew very well that if the poison didn't take effect soon, his battered magic sword wouldn't last more than a few rounds.
Looking down at the sword in his hand, he saw several shocking nicks and slits on its blade.
Once this sword is lost, facing Gongsun Yaoqin's spirit sword with flesh and blood would undoubtedly be like throwing an egg against a rock.
Fear spread like a tide, his palms were sweating, and he could only instinctively tighten his defenses.
Should we risk poisoning them again?
The thought flashed through Shi Wenshan's mind.
Before he could make a decision, a chilling sword aura rushed towards him.
Gongsun Yaoqin was like a phantom in the night, her spirit sword drawing out a dazzling sword shadow that completely enveloped him.
Shi Wenshan felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly swung his sword to defend himself.
Gongsun Yaoqin's swordsmanship is fierce yet unpredictable; each strike is as fast as lightning, with tricky angles that make it impossible to defend against.
These fierce sword moves are like a surging river, flowing endlessly, wave after wave.
Shi Wenshan's defenses were crumbling under this fierce attack. He was struggling to defend himself and couldn't find an opportunity to administer the poison.
Gongsun Yaoqin, on the other hand, had a rosy complexion and steady breathing, showing no signs of poisoning whatsoever.
He felt that Gongsun Yaoqin might possess a magical item that would make her immune to all poisons.
Despair, like a dark cloud, gradually eroded Shi Wenshan's will.
He subconsciously glanced at his master, Lin Yao.
But at this moment, Lin Yao's condition was somewhat strange. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, her face was as pale as paper, and her body was trembling slightly.
Shi Wenshan's heart sank: Could it be that his master's internal energy was disordered and he was unable to help?
His thoughts instantly drifted back to the moment he first arrived in Yanming City, when he was filled with hatred and wanted to take revenge on Fang Han and the others.
But now, Fang Han hasn't even shown up yet, and he's already been cornered by Gongsun Yaoqin, his life in danger.
Regret surged into his heart like a tide. He gritted his teeth in secret, but in this dog-eat-dog world, there was no way back.
Just as Shi Wenshan was in a panic, Gongsun Yaoqin shouted and her spirit sword swept through the air like autumn water, piercing through his defenses with an indomitable momentum and heading straight for his chest.
Shi Wenshan instinctively dodged to the side, but Gongsun Yaoqin suddenly changed her move and stabbed him in the shoulder with her sword.
"laugh!"
The sword blade clashed against the soft armor, producing a piercing sound.
With a flick of her wrist, Gongsun Yaoqin unleashed a spiraling force from her spirit sword, which, like a sharp drill, easily tore through the armor's defenses.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain came from his shoulder blade. Shi Wenshan felt as if a thousand pounds of force had hit his shoulder, and his shoulder blade exploded instantly, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
"ah!"
Shi Wenshan screamed and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
The sword in his hand also flew out.
He lay on the ground, blood gushing from his shoulder. The excruciating pain in his shoulder blade nearly made him faint, and he completely lost the ability to resist.
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