But previously, Tang Thirty Six’s sword successfully countered Qi Jian’s techniques and therefore, he was ready for the last combo.
No matter what angle, form, path of qi, or state of mind, he was ready for everything.
The forest was covered in frost.
But his longsword hung above the single peaks.
He drew back in the sword with his wrist.
Wen Shui sword was dragged across the Iron Rule and a spark was lit.
The sword couldn’t harm Qi Jian, but it started the wind.
After the nightly wind, his elbow hit Qi Jian’s sword-wielding hand.
It was a clean shot.
A light clash.
The Iron Rule flew in the air and landed in the depths of darkness.
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Tang Thirty Six took two steps back and put his sword back into its sheath.
Qi Jian lowered his head and looked at his empty right hand. He was confused and then a moment later, he realized that…….he had lost.
Just a moment, his eyes were wet. He was sad and disappointed.
Seeing him like this, Tang Thirty Six was irritated, “What are you grieving about? You are still stronger than me. Normally I can’t defeat you, but……just the Tradition Academy didn’t lose.”
He was a prideful person, and he needed to state the truth – although Tradition Academy didn’t lose, it didn’t mean he won.
Qi Jian shut his mouth tightly and didn’t want to cry. His small face was red and said with a crying tone, “Thank you.”