At this moment, the battle in the arena had lasted for no less than an hour, with Xu Cuo primarily on the offensive and Fu Yuqing passively defending.
Though Xu Cuo's face remained relaxed and free from any hint of urgency, he clearly understood that he'd been forced into a position where he couldn't step down gracefully.
Despite the ferocity of his seven flying sabers, they failed to break through Fu Yuqing's defenses. Fu Yuqing, having endured prolonged suppression, had been silently gathering strength. If Xu Cuo's momentum weakened even slightly, Fu Yuqing's counterattack would likely arrive like a deluge that engulfed all.
Nevertheless, Xu Cuo had more tricks up his sleeve. The little finger of his left hand twitched slightly, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.
A pitch-black blade silently manifested behind Fu Yuqing, aiming at an unguarded side of his back, and slashed down.
This was the Li Yuan Yin Blade.
