Eight to Four (5)

"Feng Wu, you're so going to lose!"

When the two of them were on the stage, Fairy Ziyun cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted at Feng Wu, "You're facing the future top swordsman!"

"Really?" Feng Wu smiled at Ye Yijian. "Why can't I tell?"

Ye Yijian said, "You're going to lose this battle."

Feng Wu said, "Young man, don't be so arrogant. What if you're the one who loses?"

Ye Yijian said, "If I lose, you can have Yuchang, my sword. I'll never use it again!"

Yuchang was one of the ten famous swords, and it was hard to come by.

Feng Wu said, "Alright. What if I lose?"

Ye Yijian smirked. "You'll soon find out."

After that, Ye Yijian struck out.

A streak of light flew toward Feng Wu like a shooting star!

It was so fast!

Feng Wu took a step back and made a Taiji gesture with her hands. The space within three meters from her contorted, as if an invisible power was gathering around her.