After a thousand simulations in the virtual battlefield, Su Luo could calculate where Li Aochen's sword would land by feeling even with her eyes closed.
At this moment, Su Luo sneered, and then moved her feet quickly.
Thus, Li Aochen's original idea of killing Su Luo with one sword was completely shattered.
She could actually calculate where her knife would land? How was that even possible? It had to be a coincidence!
Li Aochen just couldn't believe that Su Luo could read minds.
At this moment, he brandished the cold sword and stabbed at Su Luo fiercely again!
Su Luo slipped her feet and dodged the fatal blow accurately and easily.
Li Aochen’s eyes were almost popping out of his head!
How could this be possible? His Thirteen God-Slaying Swords were his biggest trump card, and Su Luo was only a lowly ninth-rank cultivator. How could she possibly dodge it?
And looking at her movements, it was as if she had anticipated the enemy's movements and knew where the next sword would be stabbed even better than herself. This was simply too strange.
At this moment, Li Aochen's mind was full of random thoughts, and he looked at Su Luo with suspicion.
Su Luo raised the corner of her lips playfully and looked at him with great interest: "What? Are you admitting defeat?"
"Give up? Hahahaha!" Li Aochen roared to the sky, then pointed his finger coldly at Su Luo: "How could I give up before I kill you!"
"Then come over here." Su Luo stood calmly and hooked her finger at him calmly.
"Damn it!" Li Aochen felt like a thousand horses were galloping in his heart.
He was a dignified tenth-level cultivator, yet he was looked down upon by Su Luo, a ninth-level cultivator. How could he swallow this humiliation?
"Watch out!" Li Aochen roared, rushing forward waving his cold sword.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Ten swords slashed past in succession, but Su Luo was able to dodge them easily and accurately every time!
Li Aochen stared at Su Luo with an incredulous look as if he was looking at a ghost.
What on earth was going on? Did Su Luo have special training against her Thirteen God-Slaying Swords? Otherwise, how could she not even touch the edge of her clothes?
Poor Li Aochen had no idea that Su Luo had fought with him a thousand times on the simulated battle stage, and he, Li Aochen, won nine hundred and ninety-nine times.
It was not until this morning before the game that Su Luo finally figured out Li Aochen's pattern and gained the confidence to win.
Li Aochen attacked continuously, using the Thirteen God-killing Swords, but he couldn't kill Su Luo, and he couldn't even touch the corner of Su Luo's clothes, which made him very anxious.
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
"What's going on? Li Aochen has been hunting for so long, but he can't even touch Su Luo's fur?"
"Could it be that Li Aochen is secretly letting the water out?"
"That's impossible! I heard that the Yao Chi Li family and Su Luo have a huge grudge against each other. It's possible that he killed Su Luo, but secretly letting her go is absolutely impossible!"
"Or... Li Aochen doesn't have the legendary strength at all?"
"Are you stupid? His tenth-level strength is universally acknowledged. Do you think those ancestors were blind? Can't they even see a tenth-level strength?"
"Then... does that mean Su Luo has strength beyond the ninth level?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
At the beginning of this competition, Su Luo debuted with the strength of the eighth level. At that time, she was smeared by all kinds of dark theories. Everyone thought that she had no strength and could only rely on her master. But now -
It’s only been a short time!
Su Luo actually... even Li Aochen, who is at the tenth level, can't do anything to her.
Under the stage, Nangong Liuyun leaned back in the VIP chair in the most comfortable posture.
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