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As Haoyu and Zu Sheng continued to clash their swords, the spectators watched with bated breath, amazed by the skill and finesse of the two fighters.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing," whispered one spectator to another. "Haoyu is holding his own against Zu Sheng! I thought this was going to be a one-sided match."

"Same here," replied the other spectator, eyes glued to the fighters. "But look at Haoyu, he's not even breaking a sweat! It's like he's playing with Zu Sheng."

A group of spectators nearby were also exchanging whispers, their eyes wide with surprise. "Have you ever seen anyone move like that?" said one, nodding towards Haoyu.

"Never," replied another. "He's like a gust of wind, so fast and precise. And that footwork, it's incredible!"

Even those who had initially doubted Haoyu's abilities were now in awe of his skills. "I have to admit, I didn't think he had it in him," said one spectator. "But now I see that he's a force to be reckoned with."