The once-clamorous forest suddenly fell silent.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
Three muffled thuds were all that could be heard.
Several bulges erupted on Hu Sanyang's bare torso, and his bones let out a series of pained groans.
A hidden energy technique!
Bai Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
During his bout with Hu Sanyang, Qiu Yang had been quietly embedding hidden energy into his opponent's body with every sword strike.
Only to detonate it all after more than a thousand exchanges.
'Truly treacherous!'
Blood trickled from the corner of Hu Sanyang's mouth, and his ferocious assault came to an abrupt halt.
"I have lost,"
he finally conceded.
Qiu Yang hadn't used his full strength, so his injuries weren't severe. He still had some trump cards left to play, but there was no doubt he had been bested in this duel.
"My thanks."
Qiu Yang had no intention of pressing his advantage. He sheathed his Soft Sword and gave a cupped-fist salute.
