Hu Qing's opponent seemed to be a Swordsman. Before the referee blew the whistle, his long sword was already raised, pointing at Hu Qing from afar. His lengthy fringe hung over the bridge of his nose; his head was slightly bowed, and strands of hair stirred with his breath.
The arena was silent and without wind, yet the opponent's white clothing, whiter than snow, fluttered like a cloak.
Judging by his appearance alone, he definitely had the style of an ancient, white-clad chivalrous hero.
The moment Hu Qing rushed forward, the opponent's eyes brightened. Star Power surged around him, and the sword in his hand seemed to electrify, shining with a dazzling light.
FSHHH FSHHH FSHHH—
Several Sword Qi were unleashed, transforming into crescent blades that slashed towards Hu Qing in sequence.
The judges sitting on the high platform lit up with interest, nodding repeatedly.
"Sword Qi crisscrossing, elegant movement technique—there's a lot to look forward to."
