It was as if a divine force had appeared - the dazzling gleam of the sword was like an avalanche, its mighty aura heading for He Bufan.
The two swords collided and it was as if a thunderbolt had struck the area beween the two of them. A ray of light flashed like lightning; it was so dazzling that the crowd could not even open their eyes.
The ray of light disappeared, but the shocking reverberations still echoed in their ears. Their hearts were beating faster than usual.
When they looked at the fighting ring again, all they could see was a cloud of dust which drifted with the wind. Ling Yichen stood tall in his original spot, but He Bufan had long flown out of the fighting ring.
One move. He managed to slash his opponent out of the fighting ring with just one move.
"I said it before: You only have the chance for one move," Ling Yichen said calmly.