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"What do you want to bet?"

Baihu smiled and casually waved his hand, looking at Santai's wary face: "If I win, you do me a favor in the future; if you win, I'll do you a favor in the future. It's that simple."

After a moment's thought, San Tai realized that this was not an unacceptable bet.

It's as if there was no bet at all, and that she would refuse to help Baihu if he asked.

"Okay, it's a deal."

San Tai nodded in agreement.

……

Chen Guan leaned back in his chair, looking at the two players on the field: "Baal, who do you think will win?"

"Heh heh, is that even a question?"

Baal's voice echoed in his mind, filled with undisguised schadenfreude.

"Of course it's that little girl. That kid named An Changqing, although he's good at swordsmanship, his style is too orthodox, so orthodox it's like a textbook, boring, so boring."

"Besides, that little girl can be considered a successor of the hero. If she's going to lose, she'll only lose to you."

In the center of the arena, An Changqing held his sword hilt with one hand and gave Su Yuehe, who was ten meters away, a gentle smile.

"I won't show any mercy."

His voice carried clearly throughout the hall; it was a sign of genuine respect.

Su Yuehe smiled too, her eyes, which always seemed to hold starlight, shining brightly at this moment.

"Me too."

Just like San Tai said, she never won in the sparring matches.

So, she wanted to win this time.

The moment the words left his mouth, An Changqing moved.

Clang!

A clear, resonant sword cry rang out, like a dragon's roar emerging from the abyss.

His figure left an afterimage in place before he appeared in front of Su Yuehe. His longsword transformed into a silver lightning bolt, piercing straight for Su Yuehe's brow.

The sword was so fast that even the mournful sound of tearing through the air couldn't keep up with its sharpness; the blade was already upon them.

This is An Changqing's sword, forged through countless trials, a purest form of thrust that blends speed and power.

Su Yuehe had anticipated this sword strike that was powerful enough to pierce through everything.

"end."

The moment those gentle words were uttered, time was forcibly frozen.

The silver lightning bolt, the indestructible longsword, stopped abruptly just three inches from Su Yuehe's heart. The sword tip trembled and emitted a reluctant hum, but could not advance any further.

The entire stadium was completely silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at this unbelievable scene.

In the VIP box on the main stage, the wine glass in San Tai's hand wobbled, and the red wine almost spilled.

"Here we go again... it's this kind of unreasonable stuff again."

She looked at the still scene below, her voice filled with envy.

Is she really going to lose the bet?

She doesn't care about the stakes, but she does care about the emotional value of winning or losing.

Baihu leaned back on the sofa, watching this scene, his smile growing wider: "See, what did I tell you?"

On the field, An Changqing could feel that his sword was not blocked by any substantial force, but it just couldn't move forward.

There stood an invisible and indestructible wall in front of them.

Is this the power of words?

Instead of being discouraged, An Changqing's eyes blazed with even stronger fighting spirit.

With a flick of his wrist, the imprisoned sword instantly disintegrated into countless stardust fragments, and his figure appeared like a ghost behind Su Yuehe. As the stardust fragments reformed into a sword, he grabbed the hilt and swept it horizontally.

One attack, one defense; one feint, one real; the transitions are fluid and seamless.

However, Su Yuehe remained calm and composed in the face of this deadly sword strike coming from behind.

"inverse."

Another word.

The longsword, which should have swept away thousands of troops, turned at an incredibly strange angle just before it touched the hem of her clothes, and slashed back at An Changqing himself.

An Changqing's pupils constricted to pinpoints.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body felt as light as a feather, floating back several meters, narrowly avoiding his seemingly inevitable sword strike.

He made two attempts, both of which ended in failure, and he even nearly injured himself.

An Changqing finally stopped his attack. He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the unharmed Su Yuehe, his expression more solemn than ever before.

This type of attack undoubtedly gave him a headache; the invisible and intangible attack made it difficult for him to make a move.

Su Yuehe looked up at him with an apologetic smile on her face.

An Changqing made up his mind that since he couldn't defeat him, he would drag the game out into a war of attrition.

They understand each other's strengths and weaknesses best, and Su Yuehe's biggest predicament is still the lack of mana.

An Changqing took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

An Changqing, who was previously a hidden sword with concealed sharpness, has now transformed into a deep and vast night sky, filled with unknown majesty.

The blade of the longsword in his hand was dotted with silver spots, which were actually microcosms of the birth and death of countless stars within it.

An Changqing slowly waved his hand, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air, each trajectory drawing the phantom of a celestial star.

The sword light intertwined, creating a magnificent star map between him and Su Yuehe.

The Big Dipper has seven stars, the Southern Dipper has six constellations, and the Twenty-Eight Mansions...

Countless dazzling star-like phantoms appeared in the sky above the arena, transforming this space into a true star realm.

"The stars shift and the constellations become the boundaries."

Under this starry sky, An Changqing is the sole ruler; he is omnipresent.

A moment later, An Changqing's figure flickered in the starlight, and every time he swung his sword, it carried the terrifying power of a falling star.

Su Yuehe's figure began to dodge amidst the falling starlight and sword energy.

She knew that An Changqing intended to use a war of attrition.

An expected choice.

The stands were deathly silent; everyone forgot to breathe, their eyes completely captivated by the battle on the field, a battle woven from starlight and sword energy.

Su Yuehe's figure moved through the impenetrable rain of starlight swords, each dodge perfectly executed.

But everyone could see that her room to maneuver was being rapidly compressed.

"An Changqing's sword is too domineering." Inside the VIP box, the three judges were focused: "He turned the entire arena into his own home ground. In this field, his energy consumption is far less than that of regular spellcasting, while Su Yuehe's every dodge and subtle adjustment of her incantation consumes real mental energy."

"With this shift in power, she won't be able to hold out for long."

Baihu leaned back on the sofa, smiling without saying a word.

On the field, An Changqing's offensive became increasingly fierce. He saw Su Yuehe's predicament but did not hold back, because this was the greatest respect for his opponent.

Another enormous phantom star was drawn down from the heavens by him, carrying the power to crush everything, and crashed like a meteorite toward Su Yuehe's last foothold.

Seeing that Su Yuehe was forced into a desperate situation with nowhere to retreat or avoid, the hearts of all the spectators were clenched to the limit.