There was no astonishing aura, no magnificent technique.
It was just a simple, unadorned thrust.
And yet, in Sun Yi's eyes, that single thrust instantly filled his entire field of vision.
Striking second but landing first, the tip of Qin Feng's spear appeared with unerring precision at the weakest, most awkward point in the trajectory of his saber.
It was the point where his old force was spent and new force had yet to be generated—a theoretical, instantaneous opening in his entire technique that should have been impossible to exploit in actual combat.
But now, that opening had been caught.
DING!
A crisp, clear ring of metal on metal echoed.
The spear tip and the saber had only touched lightly.
Sun Yi felt an irresistible, exquisitely refined force travel up from the blade.
The force wasn't overpowering, but like the most precise lever, it instantly dismantled all the strength he had accumulated.
