Most of the disciples down below had their curiosity peaked due to Yang Su’s unknown battle strength.
That, as well as his boastful words in the previous round, where he said he was going to win the competition.
They wanted to know where he got his confidence from for saying such words, and if he really had the strength to back them up.
Immediately after, the elder started the match, Weimin drew his long sword by his side and dashed towards Yang Su.
‘Swoosh!!’
His sword sliced through the air at inhuman speed, only leaving a silver streak as it quickly approached Yang Su’s chest.
However, to his stupefaction as well as to everyone else’s in the crowd, the sword only went through Yang Su’s body.
It was an afterimage.
Weimin was caught off guard by this sudden development, and before he even had time to register what was happening, Yang Su’s figure appeared behind him and threw out a single punch.