Previously, Yun Wei moved left and right on the stage, occasionally raising his sword to parry, but these were just ordinary movements and could not be considered moves that could be named.
But after the black-robed man repeatedly slashed forward with "Heaven's Mandate of Power," Yun Wei, while dodging the rapidly advancing sword, turned around, drew his sword, and unexpectedly returned the "Heaven's Mandate of Power" to the black-robed man.
A tearing sound rang out in the air. In that split second, the sword tip had ripped open the black-robed man's robe, revealing his gaunt, pale skin and bones.
Upon seeing this, a chorus of boos and cheers erupted from the stands.
Qin Lushu also spat inwardly and punched his palm, regretting that it was such a pity.
If the sword tip were to move forward just half an inch, Yun Wei would surely be able to win this round decisively.
Xie Mulang was stunned, because he knew that Yun Wei had never learned the Four Swords of Azure Glass.
This sword technique was merely a copy of the black-robed man's style, and even the arc traced by the sword tip was far from perfect.
But the mood is still there; it's just as abrupt and unreasonable as ever.
No! That's not right!
Xie Mulang was surprised to find that he had actually seen another kind of sword intent in Yun Wei's sword technique.
This sword intent possessed an arrogant air of self-importance, completely different from the black-robed man's previous cold-bloodedness, but undoubtedly more in line with the move "Heaven's Mandate of Power".
For some reason, he suddenly remembered the tall man standing on the stone mountain in the misty illusion of the academy that night.
The other party stood there with his sword over his shoulder, seemingly with the same arrogant and disdainful air.
He quickly looked around, but to his surprise, he didn't see Isaac anywhere.
A gong suddenly rang out on the stage.
"Hey, Mr. Yun won!" As if waking from a dream, Qin Lushu clapped excitedly beside him.
Meanwhile, thunderous cheers and applause erupted from the stands.
Before the man in black could react, Yun Wei unleashed three more swift sword strikes, knocking him off the stage.
"Oh dear, what a pity, you didn't see those sword strikes just now!" The young man turned his head and, seeing Xie Mulang's strange expression, belatedly realized, "Grandmaster Uncle, you were actually daydreaming?"
How strange! The grandmaster who was just watching intently is now distracted at this crucial moment?
Xie Mulang covered his lips with his fist and chuckled casually, "Cough, it's nothing. I just suddenly had some new insights."
Qin Lüshu immediately understood.
His grand-uncle was truly a fanatic when it came to swords.
If one's behavior is different from others because of kendo, it is quite normal.
Thinking of this, the young man shook his head and continued to nervously look back at the stage, "Fine~ then I won't bother with you anymore."
To be honest, when he first saw Yun Wei standing on the stage, he was also unsure of himself.
Especially when the other side was forced to flee in panic by the man in black robes, countless people from Bili City were already lamenting their misfortune.
But then suddenly they won!
The opponent won with such ease and elusiveness that Qin Lushu felt lightheaded, as if he were drunk.
If it weren't for that gong sound, he would still be completely bewildered.
Actually, it wasn't just him; almost everyone in the Bili City crowd on the stands was feeling very conflicted.
After seeing the first few moves, they initially thought Yun Wei was overestimating himself and throwing the points away. They naturally wouldn't dare to complain, but they hoped Yun Wei wouldn't suffer a crushing defeat.
Almost everyone thought the defeat was inevitable, and felt a deep sense of despair.
But it turned out that the other party was pretending to be weak while actually being strong, and in an instant, the situation took a dramatic turn, turning the tide of the battle!
Without a strong heart, it would be really hard to sit comfortably in the stands.
Oh dear, how could Mr. Yun be so naughty! But he's naughty in such an adorable way! Qin Lushu thought to himself, awkwardly pinching his trouser leg, but he couldn't stop smiling, even revealing his two little tiger teeth.
As the saying goes, "A good start prevents a hundred more."
Ever since Yun Wei defeated the man in black robes with just four sword strikes, he has become increasingly fierce in battle.
With the sound of a gong, he used the same method in the second round, defeating the second man in black robes with just three sword strikes.
The man in black robes had originally intended to meet the sword head-on, but he was no match for the chilling sword intent amplified by the contract.
The third round was even more outrageous. With the sound of a gong, before anyone could even see what was happening, the man in black robes was sent flying like a kite with a broken string by Yun Wei's sword and crashed to the ground below the stage.
After that stunning sword strike, the entire arena fell silent.
"I hereby declare the Four Swords Battle... Bili wins!" Finally, the referee, carrying a small gong, spoke, stammering as he announced to the crowd.
The victory came so easily that he couldn't help but wonder if he was dreaming.
"Um...Grandmaster Uncle, we won just like that?" Qin Lushu also felt a little short of breath. He felt that he had been frightened too much today, and he was feeling quite tired.
"Hmm." Xie Mulang nodded, then stepped towards Yun Wei, who had just come down from the stage.
"Brother Yun!" he called out, looking at the man who had just come down from the stage, dressed only in a short blue robe.
Xie Mulang wanted to give Yun Wei a hug, but when he noticed the aloofness and indifference in the other's gaze, his outstretched arm awkwardly stopped in mid-air.
But Yunwei laughed, pointed to his thin clothes, and said with a smile, "I'll go back and change my clothes first."
But he quickly slipped away towards the sidelines.
Watching the other person's departing figure, Xie Mulang couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
He wasn't sure if he was overthinking it, but he still felt that Brother Yun was acting a bit too strangely today.
...
Yunwei ran back to the quiet room not far from the arena almost in a flash.
As soon as he opened the door and saw his handsome lover sitting at the table, Isaac couldn't help but slow his pace.
He suppressed the turmoil in his mind and finally whispered, "I won, Yun."
"Yes, I heard you." Yun Wei nodded with a smile, and was about to meet Isaac's gaze when he saw his own face reflected in the other man's.
He immediately covered his face and said, "You'd better change your clothes back quickly."
No matter how many times it happened, as long as the other party transformed into his appearance, he would always feel a sense of shame that was hard to express.
Just thinking about how the other person could replicate me so perfectly...
He would always feel his heart pounding like a drum and his face turning red.
“Okay.” Isaac obediently replied, and he quickly stripped off his clothes and returned to his original appearance.
But when he saw his master deliberately looking away, he couldn't help but feel a little restless.
The other person's face was flushed, like a luscious apple, inexplicably alluring.
The intoxicating fragrance of life emanating from the other person, reaching his very bones, further stirred his desire.
He couldn't help but walk over, half-squatting down to embrace his master's shoulders, pressing his face against the other's neck and shoulders, desperately inhaling the sensual scent emanating from him.
That was his whole world.
"Hey, Isa! It tickles!" Yun Wei chuckled and shrank his neck, gently patting the arm that was wrapped around his neck.
Isa got up too early today, and the stubble on his chin wasn't cleaned up. It rolled over his sensitive neck, making him instantly surrender.
Isaac reluctantly let go of his hand.
When he straightened up and looked down to meet his beloved's gaze, those sentences that had suddenly flashed through his mind while he was in the ring welled up in his heart.
Those sentences, whether long or short, are all imbued with lingering sentiment, like a fast-paced andante, or a silent love poem.
He immediately began to recite it silently in his heart, as if making the most solemn vow—
If I were Augustus, you would be Caesar.
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