“Prince of Zi Jin might become complacent too early.” People like Feng Qi Sha and Yan Po Jun who were more highly skilled could see through the battle situation more clearly and more transparently.
“He has already miscalculated when he missed the first attack, but he was impatient to advance and greedy to win, hence he has continued with the seven other moves non-stop. Heh, this Prince of Zi Jin has really been pushed to his limits by that brat…” Bai Yun Fei was watching the match secretly through the little window from his private box. Although his face was pale, his eyes showed a tinge of mockery. Of course, he hated the Yue Clan Third Young Master after losing to him. However, he couldn’t help but to admire Yue Yang’s abnormal strength.
“Junior Sect Leader, it’s not that the Prince of Zi Jin didn’t want to stop attacking. He just couldn’t stop attacking!” A mysterious guy who had always been following Bai Yun Fei slowly said.
“Really? Then, could it be that when Yue Yang used a single finger to block Prince of Zi Jin’s move, he was actually setting a trap for him…?” Bai Yun Fei’s lips shivered a little.
The Prince of Zi Jin increased his combat strength to his maximum as he unleashed the eighth move of [Desert Storm] with a loud roar.
The Gold Crescent Blade flashed with a golden light like a lightning, traversing through the distance between the two people.
Cutting apart the space between them, Prince of Zi Jin slashed towards Yue Yang’s neck immediately, before retracting the Crescent Blade back to the scabbard on his waist.
The Crescent Blade continued to shake within the scabbard, producing a buzzing sound. If it were last time, when Prince finished his eight moves combo, as the Crescent Blade returned to his scabbard, his enemy’s head would also fall from his neck to the ground, rolling beside Prince of Zi Jin’s feet. Most of them would have died with their eyes wide open and an expression of disbelief.
Under the watch of a hundred thousand audience, Yue Yang’s body slowly trembled.
This was a sign that the attack had worked on him. The Western Lion Pagoda’s disciples and the Grey Wolf Academy’s students started to cheer out uncontrollably.
So what if he had abnormal abilities?
With the formidable eight moves of [Desert Storm], he had still fallen defeated in the end!
Even the Prince of Zi Jin who was exhausted after unleashing his ultimate move prepared to raise his hands to wave to the hundred thousand crowd. At the same time, he mentally prepared his speech. Just as the corners of his mouth were about to turn up into a smile, Yue Yang suddenly raised his left hand… there was a little cut on his forefinger. There was a slit of blood, but it wasn’t enough to form a drop of blood. Yue Yang started to blow on his finger in pain and sighed, “I underestimated my opponent too much. That attack wasn’t supposed to cut my finger…”
When Yue Yang said this, the Prince of Zi Jin’s eyes widened until they were bigger than a bull’s.
He was fine?
His neck was chopped by the crescent blade. How can he be fine?