A flicker passed through Yu Xuan's eyes.
'Time to end this.' he simply thought, not wanting to spare more time in this fight.
He leapt backward, just enough distance.
Then, with a single fluid motion, he slashed forward through the air.
A radiant red arc surged from his sword — clean, curved, and terrifyingly precise.
His opponent's expression froze as the energy slash ripped through the space between them and struck him square in the chest. His robes split open from shoulder to hip, a shallow cut forming beneath. Blood trickled down.
The sheer force threw him off balance, and he collapsed to one knee, gasping.
"Stop!" the referee shouted, stepping in.
"Winner Yu Xuan!"
The crowd held its breath for a moment, then chaos.
"He won, he won!!!"
"Was that just sword Qi? No... that was something more!"
"What the hell is that sword style!?"
"I swear I saw him strike a pose mid-air—"
That day, the cultivation world bore witness to the dazzling and utterly theatrical might of—
