Lin Wu landed behind her, unmoving.
His sabers hit the stage with a metallic clatter.
Then—
A line of blood drew itself across his chest, clean and surgical, like it had always been there.
He gasped, dropped to a knee—
—and collapsed.
A golden flare erupted into the sky.
"Match over!" the male commentator shouted, stunned. "Victory… goes to Xun Wei of the Black Paradise Sect!"
Xun Wei bowed politely, calm as still water, before turning and walking back to her side. Her sword was still sheathed.
No one had seen it move.
"She's terrifying," one of the Flowing Blade disciples whispered, watching her pass.
"She's only the first?" another muttered, fear in his eyes.
…
Meanwhile, high above the arena on the Matriarch's viewing platform, Shi Lan, and Supreme Elder Song both had complicated looks on their faces. They were both knowledgeable about the [ Ghost Blade ] technique, but it wasn't supposed to be used the way Xun Wei was using it, nor was it supposed to be that strong.
